I’m so glad it’s Saturday. Every moment takes me farther away from the awfulness that was yesterday.
It was filled with ridiculous amounts of spam conversations, stupid conversations about spam, beyond-stupid italics-filled conversations about spam, vaguely threatening conversations about spam, actually-threatening conversations about spam (happily not with me), and head-explodingly stupid conversations about software emergencies*. I held in tears of rage for eight hours, then I went home.
Safe! I thought. Totally escaped the work crap, yay. Then I went grocery shopping. Half an hour later, I’d unloaded 187 pounds of milk, soda, meat, cheese and yogurt onto the checkout and was about to present my credit card when I realized … I didn’t, in fact, have my credit card on me.
Is there a situation more likely to make you feel retarded and useless? I submit to you that there is not.
So I repacked the fucking cart, beseeched the checker to hold my stuff, drove home in a vile humor, grabbed my wallet, yelled at my friends (sorry, Jay — I wouldn’t really have kicked you in the face, I promise), drove back to Albertson’s, re-unpacked the cart, bought my freaking groceries, and drove right the hell home, where I plopped myself down on the couch with KT and watched … something … on television until I went to bed, not engaging my brain more than about twice.
On the plus side, if there’s a Quota of Suck, I do believe I’ve used up most of mine for the month. So that’s all right.
*These do not exist. But people like to think they do. “OMG, if I don’t get Visio installed on my computer todaaaaaaaaaaay the world will blow up.” NEWSFLASH: No one ever died from lack of fucking flowchart.