I'm a wierdo
I indulged in a candlelight soak in the tub today. I feel so much better, but I could certainly use a bleeding vacation.
I've been feeling a little overwhelmed by the sheer suckage that is the blinding monotony of my life. (And then I compose a sentence like that and I feel marginally better.) I mean, I go to work, get whined and bitched at about how crappy the American dollar is until I want to reach through the plate glass and smash someone's face in and then I come home and there's a pile of things "to do" that never seems to get any smaller. You know, when I imagined growing up I thought there'd be a tad more variety, you know?
As for the dollar thing... seriously folks grow the fuck up. I am merely the person who handles the cash, I don't make the fucking rules, nor do I make the stupid-ass decisions in government or business that affect how the bloody currency moves. If you wanna bitch, take it to your darling Chimpanzee... I mean president. I feel so sorry for whoever is president after him. There's going to be a LOT of shit to shovel.
Oh and what the hell is it with you people and not wanting to pay a fee? There is absolutely no place, anywhere, that won't charge you something and your refusal to part with a fee that's actually less than what you think it is because you don't understand exchange rates just tells me that you're CHEAP. That's right, I said it. CHEAP!! And for the last fucking time the ATM machines in Canada spit out Canadian dollars because you're in fucking CANADA already. You won't get your change in US dollars in stores because you're in CANADA! It was funny the first hundred times but now it's just old. Get your heads out of your asses for once, please.
Listening to: Creep - Radiohead
"But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here..."
reading: The Eye of the World - Robert Jordan
Eating: Tortilla Chips
Weather: still crap
Today's Project: My first attempt at cooking steak
I've been feeling a little overwhelmed by the sheer suckage that is the blinding monotony of my life. (And then I compose a sentence like that and I feel marginally better.) I mean, I go to work, get whined and bitched at about how crappy the American dollar is until I want to reach through the plate glass and smash someone's face in and then I come home and there's a pile of things "to do" that never seems to get any smaller. You know, when I imagined growing up I thought there'd be a tad more variety, you know?
As for the dollar thing... seriously folks grow the fuck up. I am merely the person who handles the cash, I don't make the fucking rules, nor do I make the stupid-ass decisions in government or business that affect how the bloody currency moves. If you wanna bitch, take it to your darling Chimpanzee... I mean president. I feel so sorry for whoever is president after him. There's going to be a LOT of shit to shovel.
Oh and what the hell is it with you people and not wanting to pay a fee? There is absolutely no place, anywhere, that won't charge you something and your refusal to part with a fee that's actually less than what you think it is because you don't understand exchange rates just tells me that you're CHEAP. That's right, I said it. CHEAP!! And for the last fucking time the ATM machines in Canada spit out Canadian dollars because you're in fucking CANADA already. You won't get your change in US dollars in stores because you're in CANADA! It was funny the first hundred times but now it's just old. Get your heads out of your asses for once, please.
Listening to: Creep - Radiohead
"But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here..."
reading: The Eye of the World - Robert Jordan
Eating: Tortilla Chips
Weather: still crap
Today's Project: My first attempt at cooking steak
Labels: rant






4 Comments:
Your rant makes me feel better. Not that I'm pleased for your annoyances, just that I identify with them!
Well said!!
I actually am liking the falling dollar. My Gold funds are going at oober rates!
you know what else is old?
When people say (because something doesn't have a price tag) "Oh, I guess its free"
fucknuts
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