i’m currently neck-deep in work hell — i officially hate every and all ISPs out there, ever — and it’s basically the same bullshit from friday (and the last 4 months) carried over and multiplying.
i have had the worst weekend ever, and while there’s nothing i’d love more than to lie in a dark corner and avoid the entire world, instead i’m gearing up to head to chicago this evening. ugh. there was a time when the prospect of travel excited me, but these days every destination just results in more hassle in the long run.
my eyemeats have also decided that today is an excellent time to start burning out of the freaking sockets again. so really, the fun never stops here.
friday: was an exercise in nervous paranoia where i spent FOREVER at work dealing with the whole ISP switchover and frantically trying not to fuck everything up horribly. it was capped off with total exhaustion, waiting a forever and a half for a fucking taxi to show up, and getting yelled at by a fat/possibly off-duty cop lady carrying three beers (hello open container laws?!). that probably should’ve been my indication that fucking everything is downhill from there.
saturday: was bullshit. the weather was bullshit, and i got stuck on a call from work that resulted in missing out on a roadsteamer show. so fucking upset. and the rest of the day was, therefore, bullshit. nearly scraping my knee on fucking boylston st. going to the stupid mall — which was hot and smelly — dealing with far too many people…and public…and public transportation, and just generally having a sucky day.
sunday: was the one day i was looking forward too. mexican independence day, first game of the kickball season AND a raiders vs. broncos extravagganza! sounds like an awesome day, right? only…not so much. spent the morning cleaning and generally freaking out, only to get to kickball and just have everything fall apart. somehow i managed to scrape my leg up through my socks without actually ripping my sock, wtf? then all the plans for fun for the day turned to bullshit. i hate when plans fall through, or plans are completely disregarded. i was really holding onto the one tiny hope that sunday would be an awesome day to makeup for the bullshit week i’ve had. this was so not the case. and in the middle of being sore, achy, scraped up, starving, suffering a massive headache, pissed off, and dusty…work calls again. same issue, same situation where my hands are totally fucking tied, only now with more emotional breakdowns! yay!
sunday turned to bullshit.
and the raiders were completely ROBBED. my hatred for the denver broncos, and mike shanahan in particular, knows no bounds. what he did during OT is by far more despicable than what belichick did. at least, to me it is. who the fuck calls timeout during a fieldgoal attempt? and how in the FUCK is that legal?! oh, i’m still so furious just thinking about it makes me shake. and up till that point, it was an amazing game. the raiders upset the broncos on donkey home turf? that was spectacular. i fucking hate shanahan. i hate denver and the broncos. ugh.
worse even, talking to chip, i found out that our new league bar had setup shots specifically for each team and there was free food and goodies for the first game of the season. fun for all…except for me. have i mentioned i fucking hate it when plans fall through/are disregarded. i was really, really looking forward to some kickball fun times. instead, now when i think of the game and day on a whole i’m just so fucking pissed off.
everything is poop, and everything is totally ruined.
meh.
