thistlechaser | Life is back to sucking. Isn't that nice?

9 AM. I've been at work since 7:45. Co-worker? Has yet to arrive. I'm about to stab myself with my oatmeal-covered spoon. Boss here? HAHAHAHAHAHA. As if. I wonder if we'll see her at all today. I put money on "no".

Not only is it dark when I get up in the morning, the sun is only just rising when I go out walking. This isn't good, as I worry it may be dark when I walk a few months from now. (I walk in a residential neighborhood, but a silent one. No one is up and around until late in the morning, and so I worry a little about being snatched off the street or something... though I suppose if it's quiet my screaming might attract some attention. Maybe.)

As if dealing with idiots at work wasn't enough, I need to call my eye doctor's office and deal with the idiot girls there. Somehow they ordered the wrong brand and size of contacts for me, so this weekend a box of totally the wrong lenses showed up. Idiots. Why can't anyone do their job right? Why do I have to deal with the result of other people being stupid?

...oh, wait. That's my job. Right.

It's so nice to be back to work. (Why is nothing happening when I stab myself with my spoon?!)

Edit: I ate my oatmeal (instead of just trying to stab myself with the spoon from it), and now feel somewhat better. I didn't eat hardly at all yesterday (bad timing on a number of things), so was probably cranky because of that. ...not that work doesn't suck and co-worker still isn't here, but at least I don't feel like killing myself anymore.