Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Grrrrr.

So many frustrations today.

My man is seeking work, again. I can't help but feel the pressure of our financial responsibilities closing in on me. I can only hope he finds work quickly and try to be patient so as not to strain our already delicate relationship.

Nextly, the route I drive to work everyday is completely bogged down by construction and it takes me much longer to get to work--which means getting up earlier and I am NOT a morning person. I've tried alternate routes but they seem to be even slower.

Which brings me to gas prices, currently $2.16 for unleaded where I am. I know that maybe be minimal compared to elsewhere, but it's enough to put a dent in my wallet and limit my extracurricular travel during the week. I heard on the radio that if you can manage to get everyone--or almost everyone to not buy gas for one full day it would cause a 30 cent reduction in gas prices. C'mon people--let's organize a gas out!

Lastly, this brain dead moron at work offers me some form of sugar every single day (I swear). Yesterday cookies, the day before cake, and today donuts. I tell her everyday, no thank you, please don't offer me your "drugs", I'm anti-sugar right now. It's like she doesn't even hear me.
Why are so people always so eager to sabotage the efforts of another?

*sigh*

ok, there. I got that out of me. With all that being said, I do still have good reason to be happy. I got an awesome new walkman last month and I swear you can shake that thing like a tambourine and it never skips and even the cheapest, off brand,dollar store batteries last forever in it. Also, some of my favorites bands/singers have new albums out or forthcoming: Bjork, Queens of the Stone Age, and Daft Punk. Those 3 alone will be enough to my stress packing.

1 comment:

introspectre said...

Ah, the offer of sweets.

I used to see that a lot in the office. Strangely, it was mostly the really skinny ladies who would have candy dishes on their desks for everyone else to enjoy.

The fatter chicks always had their own private stash and would offer it as some sort of sisterly act.

I always viewed it as sabatoge, too. Misery loves company, and misery includes fat.