selfish and romano rage

I’m quivering in rage and indignation right now. I hate my job. I hate the people. I hate them all. I must have an ulcer from the stress. Or something, I know with my flair for the dramatic and hypocondriacal tendencies I think that I’m dying most of the day, but today is different! Issue after issues has been dumped in my general direction, I barely had enough time to take a lunch break. I can’t understand how I am responsible for any of it. But somehow Sam’s got to pick up all the pieces…

A long time goal of mine since I’ve started working with SFC has been to make her cry. I know that sounds horrible, but VBP doesn’t care. Today it was accomplished. I love it. If she wouldn’t take her breaks without telling anyone I wouldn’t have a problem, but when I have to skip my break to cover her ass? Unacceptable! So I called her selfish, and she cried. Satan is correct, thin skin. It would take a hell of a lot more than “selfish!” to make me cry. Start out with my dysfunctional family history and go from there, even that doesn’t seem like it would work. VBP’s unite!

My weekend was ok… Saw the boys with Satan and Lucifer on Friday. Shouldn’t have driven home, VBP. Jesus. Saturday I went shopping with SF#1 and stayed home that night and watched Becoming Jane and Miss Potter. Basically Saturday was a wash because I had to watch the dog, I was rewarded handsomely for it though. I did enjoy the rage that Satan had for WiskeyDick that night though. Sunday I hung out with my Mom and did some shopping. Then I made dinner and it tasted like vomit. Fucking Romano cheese, should have used parmesan or mozzarella.

I have three hours to go, and my eye is twitching for realz. Wish me luck.

Oh and I ignored the guy I’m no longer seeing, like all weekend. Wouldn’t one take a hint by now? Lord.