what’s that? i’m sorry, i can’t hear you through all of these weeds
Yes, I am in the weeds, to use a term from my waitressing days. Lots of stuff going on at work, I’m doing some after hours stuff for the project I’m working on for class (I will tell you more about that later, because it’s really interesting), three freelance writing things are due, and I’m still vomiting pop culture all over MamaPop and shiny baubles on WeCovet. Also, I have hazy memories of having a baby and marrying a guy at some point in the past few years, but I might just be delirious.
Also, the G20 will be here next week and I’m getting, like, secondhand stress from it. The baby has off of school and it looks like I will be off Thursday due to my work building being on super lockdown. I may also take off Friday just because I know the commute will be hellacious. And as much as I respect the freedom to assembly and whatnot and most likely agree with the stances of many of the protesters, I would much rather watch that unfold on TV and not, you know, 10 feet away from me. Tear gas makes my hair frizz n’at.
Because of all of this, my misanthropy gland has been pulsing overtime and I’m currently much more irritated with everyone ever and their dumb fucking thoughts and actions than I usually am. Which is to say, just fuck off already. But in a nice way.
September 17th, 2009 at 10:52 pm
I am fed up with the G20 as well and it’s not even here yet. We got a hysterical printout posted in all the elevators in our building saying that all next week, the doors will be LOCKED, and the garage door will be CLOSED, and there will be an extra security guard for overnight.
I’m so glad I’m working at home all next week and then taking Thursday and Friday off. Of course, much must be accomplished in that time…