Moody McMood Butt

 Written yesterday at 4:15 PM:

 Ugh, I’m about to be cornered by some poor customer who doesn’t know that the section they are trying to reach is gone. They are ringing a dumb bell at the front desk and I have to pass it to leave. I don’t feel like fielding questions. I just want to go to the bathroom and go home.

ugh.

 

oh well, here I go!

Ugh… so I guess this didn’t save yesterday.

Oh well.

I did end up getting snagged by some rude asshat who wanted me to sign for something that I didn’t feel comfortable signing (grievances from some union or whatever about the furlough days that ALL OF US have to do… get over it!!!). I ended up finding a co worker and we ended up having to go find ANOTHER co worker and it was left all weird and I’m curious as to how we’re supposed to handle things like that since there will obviously be MORE GRIEVANCES.

the guy was a total douche though. He left the papers sitting on the coutner and was like "I’m going to consider those accepted" and one of the ladies was all "I wouldn’t advise you to do that because I’m not signing these."

And it was just dumb.

Blah.

So I ended up missing my normal train and got home later than usual.

No period then. No period now.

yes, I took a dumb test. It was, of course, negatory… so whatever. 

My body just hates me now. I’m not sure why, but it does and I’ll just have to get used to it.

I’ll probably explode giant blood clots in a few hours and gross out the UNIVERSE.

I’m in such a terrible mood because of it all.

TERRIBLE!!!!!

baboo is being great though. He always is. He should get an award for putting up with my insanity.

I slept about 2 minutes last night cuz I was laying awake thinking "I should take that test now".

I took it at like 3 in the morning.

I could have dreamed half of what happened, but it was definitely negative.

whatever.

i wish I could go home.

but alas, here I am. 

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July 20, 2010

aww poo……well i hope you get your period soon then… 🙁 thats weird about that guy and the grievances…..

July 20, 2010

You are late and I think I may start early. I’m starting to get theose feelings. I should have another week and a half. Oh well. I hope yours comes and you get it over with. Think better thoughts and hopefully you will have a better day.

July 20, 2010

I want you to get it… I think I mentioned this in the last entry… but we all know that the periods themselves suck. So hopefully it comes, but without the pain and sorrow that is … the period!

July 20, 2010

Going home is always better than being at work. Sorry you’re having an annoying couple of days. I say spin around in your chair and sing the theme song to “The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air”.

July 20, 2010

Hugs. Sorry you’re feeling badly because of all of this hun. Hope you get it soon.

July 20, 2010

RYN: Your note just made me very happy! 🙂

I hope you get your monthly soon! It sucks waiting. I hate dealing with people like that, but I can see things from his perspective, he’s just trying to drop something off and no one is helping him, it would suck to have to continue to wait and wait and wait while everyone else gets their shit together, when all he probably wanted was to go home. It’s too bad there wasn’t anyone around that knew what to do in a situation like that.

July 20, 2010

I hate late periods! They sure make a day sh!tty!

July 20, 2010

I thought that said nude asshat at first. I’m not sure which would’ve been less inclined to deal with. So anyway, I was reading your zombie survival diary. Is there a way I can get in on that?

🙁

July 20, 2010

I’m sorry =(

July 20, 2010

I’ve sometimes wondered if I could make a living as a professional scab. I have so little tolerance for the nonsense of unions it’s not even funny.