Just Pissy
There are two reasons why I am annoyed today:
1) My parents have been treating me like a child – literally. They have actually done the voice they’re supposed to use on a two-year-old. Imagine "Aww, do you weally want to have a cookie?" done in Spanish. Never mind that I was the one making the cookies in the name of experimentation and getting highly annoyed anyway. I absolutely despise it when they do that. I’m twenty-fucking-six years old.
2) A new scratch has developed in my throat, causing me unending woe. What the hell? Wasn’t I just sick? This never happens to me, and I can only conclude that my weakened immune system owes much to my employer’s habit of smoking in the fucking building. I’m this close to calling MIOSHA – it is against Washtenaw County law for them to smoke in the building, yet they still do it. They claim they’re not, but it’s not smoking outside when you’re leaning your head out the back doorway with smoke still wafting into the fucking building. I am this close to working from home – hopefully I won’t die of smoke second-hand smoke before then.
It is very nice to have a day off, but it’d be even nicer to have a day off in which I can go about my own business and not be interrogated or talked to in a baby voice. It’d be even nicer if I weren’t getting sick because of the illegal habits of my company. Would anyone mind if I just let loose a string of expletives right at this moment?
No rest for the wicked.
