I think Monday should be cancelled due to lack of interest.

The love of my life was very pms this weekend and kept trying not to inflict herself on me. This lead to me spending a significant portion of the weekend wandering the apt. looking for her. She's a wiley one, and small enough to be hard to find, even though our apartment is small. I am tired from the hunt and would have liked to stay home and sleep. The rain is coming down by the bucketfull and two of our scheduled surgeries have been cancelled. A good day to nap.

I have sooo much work to do, and no interest in doing any of it. I wonder if I can just coast today..

I am too cranky to come up with something to post that wasn't just rude. So I'm just going to stalk the rest of you til I feel better. Write something funny damn it.

Lately I have been trying to let my inner squishy side dictate my reactions to things, rather than my defensive abrasive side (yes, I really am squishy inside). It's been very easy to do this at home, and not too difficult at work, but during my commute I want to smack the crap out of people. The train from home to the city isn't too bad, mainly it's buisiness people who were raised with manners (even if they don't always use them). The subway however is full of people who were clearly raised by Hyenas. Who ARE these people? I really wish I could find a different way to get to work. A jet-pack would be nice.

 When is an idiot not an idiot? 
Unfortunately, never.  

 

 I have had very little sleep over the past week. I have had to be up around 4:30 everyday for work, and I had my part time job early in the day both Sat and Sun. I am also PMS so I have insomnia like you wouldn't believe. Damn hormones! So last night I go to bed early because my GF is at some fancy function for her job. I learn that I can't sleep until I know she is home safe. How long can a work function run, right? Well, not too long, but then you stop for drinks with your pals on the way home because your GF is home asleep and won't mind if you stay out later. 
So she rolls in around midnight, just buzzed enough to be chatty as hell. She can't contain herself. Every time I start to drift off she starts asking "where's the dog?" (the dog is between us also trying to sleep. The dog has oral surgery in the morning and wants to be rested.). I start to drift off again. My personal Jack-in-the-box pops up and decides to look for her keys (where is she going at 12:45 am?). She comes back to bed and hunts around in the blankets for the now-annoyed dog. She announces "the dog is right here!". Tell me something I don't know. She then puts her head down and promptly falls into a deep sleep, in which she snores. I am now fully awake, and pissed. I know a large portion of the reason I can't sleep is my hormones. I am crazy sensative to sounds when I am anywhere near my period (yes, I said period right here online), I gag and sometimes vomit at the sound of someone chewing during this time, and snoring sounds 100x louder than it really is. The dog's mouth is dry because we had to remove her water for the surgery in the morning so she keeps making smacking sounds trying to get some moisture into her little mouth. Then the dog begins to snore. It's 2:12 a.m. last time I look at the clock. I have to be up at 4:30 to be at the hospital by 6:45 for a procedure on a research subject.
I am so exausted I could cry. 
Of course the research subject ended up not having the research procedure because the surgeon had overestimated the damage to the dude's knee and didn't have to replace the part he thought he would need to replace. So no sleep, no usable data, no patience. I am going to be fun the rest of the day don't you think?

Oh yeah, I filed the papers with the Clerk's office yesterday. I am officially in business!

 Yesterday I worked at a 10K race to make a little extra $ for the student loan extortionists. I won't mention the snobby town it was in... but Bill and Hillary live there. The people in that town are the most evil people I have ever met. People in there huge Navigators and other giant suvs were trying to run people over on purpose! I almost got squished more than once. I'll admit that I keyed the paint of one dickhead as he tried to run me over. All we were trying to do is make a little money keep the runners from getting hit. I hope all the people driving near the runners yesterday crash experience a severe burning sensation when the urinate from now on.  I would not make very attractive road kill. I am kind of bloated lately. I'm sure even the Turkey Vultures would pass me by in favor of old chewing gum or dog poop.

I have finally submitted my request for defending my thesis. The damn thing has already been published in a peer reviewed journal, but nooooo! I have to defend it a group of people who won't even understand it! The school is charging me several thousand dollars for the privilage of defending. Shit, I give you the $$, just sign the fucking forms.  They have suggested that I might be one tiny tiny credit short... I might have to take another class. Will it never end?????

On a happier note... my GF bought us a nice big HD LCD television Saturday. I love tv more than you can imagine. I can't wait to see Deadliest Catch  in HD!!!!  OOOOOhh! I'm all tingly just thinking about it!

 

Well, another day where I had to get up. To those of you that will say "well at least you can get up!"  F.u.c.k you. I am not feeling thankful for any of the good stuff in my life right now. And yes, right now I have a friend staring death in the face who would probably do anything to have a long, painful, effed-up life to look forward to. I am not able to appreciate that today. Maybe that  means I am an ass.hole. Maybe it means the depression is back. I hope it is just the former, I can't go through the latter again. Crap

First off, if I can be here and ready for your surgery at 7 am in the effing morning, WHY CAN'T YOU?  I didn't want to get up at 4:30 am to come in here, but no, you wanted to be the first case of the day so we were all fresh! Well now your ass can sit and stew in pre-op cuz you just got bumped to noon! Ha!

What sick f%ck  created the copy machine? Why tease us with promises of instant reproductions all collated and stapled when all we really get is mangled paper, toner all over our NICE CLEAN SCRUBS, and a surge in blood pressure intense enough to finally dislodge that clot and leave me in a coma? Why? Just flat out tell us the truth!

The instructions should read..
1. Put your originals in the tray. 
2.Take 40 sheets of paper and crumple them, wipe your ass with them, and roast them over hot coals. 
3.Stuff said paper into the body of the machine, being sure to burn your fingers at least once.
4.Dump toner on yourself and coat your hands in it.  
5.Close the door of the torture device.
6. Open door of torture device again and try to remove jammed papers.
7. Close door again. 
8. Kick door and use foul language when error message and beeping continue.
9. Open door again.
10. Peer inside to locate phantom paper that torture device claims is still in area 3
11. Tell device that there is nothing in area 3. Do not be fooled by device's silence!
12. Slam door. Beeping starts again (I told you not to be fooled!).
13. Open door peer inside.
14. Close door. Beeping will commence.
15. Remove originals and stomp off down the hall cursing, and ignoring the soft chuckle emitted by the device. 

I am really not fussy about my hair. I don't have to look at it so I don't care too much what it looks like as long as it's really clean. I usually tell my hairdresser to try whatever she wants. However... my usual gal was not available and I was looking scruffy. So I went to another chick. I told her to keep the same cut, just trim it a little bit so it looks tidy. I generally keep my bangs a bit long since I have a forehead the size of Texas. This is what the chick did to me.



I almost beat the cr@p out of her.