Getting grumpier by the minute...
Aug. 7th, 2003 11:38 amI really want to take a sledgehammer to our phones right now. I'm exhausted and feeling shitty, we're understaffed all week, and the phones just won't stop ringing. I'm beginning to hate everyone and everything that's getting in the way of me attempting to collect my fuzzy, useless thoughts into something resembling normal consciousness. Caffeine and analgesics just aren't cutting it any more. My brain feels like a sponge soaked in dirty dishwater. I have no attention span, and I keep losing focus in the middle of calls (which is pathetic, given that most last less than three minutes).
Augh! Fuck off and die, little blinking light!
My temper is definitely fraying. I really want to perpetrate some violence on a helpless pile of deadwood, but I don't have my axe anymore, and I doubt my body would cooperate at the moment anyway.
I'm really not fit for human company at the moment.
Fucking fibro. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
And I'm teaching tonight, too. I'd damn well better be in an improved mood by then, or I'm going to be a hell of an instructor.
Augh! Fuck off and die, little blinking light!
My temper is definitely fraying. I really want to perpetrate some violence on a helpless pile of deadwood, but I don't have my axe anymore, and I doubt my body would cooperate at the moment anyway.
I'm really not fit for human company at the moment.
Fucking fibro. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
And I'm teaching tonight, too. I'd damn well better be in an improved mood by then, or I'm going to be a hell of an instructor.