I have a poorly tummy and no-one is around to rub my belly and sing showtunes with me 
Piglet might be around to help with that rumbly in your tumbly. 
O d-d-d-d-dear!!
I just have to vent and then I’ll go get some potato soup and obscenely buttery bread at O’Charley’s and I’ll be fine…
So I’ve gotten used to people writing their own wedding announcements to submit to our paper. (Heaven forbid they actually follow procedure and fill out the forms that we’ve so thoughtfully put online for them.) Usually once we explain to them that we have to conform to AP style and that all our announcements have to be consistent on the page, they accept it and find something else to complain about.
However, one of this week’s customers sent her announcement proof back to me via fax with a big black “X” drawn over the text box and the subtle suggestion of “USE MY TEXT!” Um, okay. Firstly, Ms. McBitchy, your text is nowhere near following our format. Secondly, AP Stylebook tells me to write “N.C.” and “Mass.” and I don’t give a frak that you disagree with it. Thirdly, do not call and try to badger me into getting your own way. Condescension on your part will be met with a fakely sincere apology on my part and an offer to refund your payment. I do not get paid enough to deal with your craaap. Thank you and enjoy your obscenely expensive wedding at a French chateau, and don’t choke on your escargot.
Ah, I feel better. Thank goodness this is a short work-week.
I foresee an appearance on Bridezillas (and, by extension, The Soup!) for this woman in the near future.
Oh my goodness NCTibby- I don’t know how you deal with that stuff. Glad you got it off your chest!
Hehe. Yeah, I feel a certain kinship with the poor vendors on that Bridezillas show, although no one’s been that hateful to my face. At least I only have to battle over a few columns of newsprint with them; I can’t imagine talking dresses, flowers, venues, etc. with those self-absorbed psychos.
My predecessor told me to focus on the compliments that I receive and that will get me through, so that’s what I’m doing. That, and dark chocolate.
Okay. That’s it. I’ve run screaming away from Twitter. Repeated lock-outs and other weirdness finally got to me. My patience was pushed too far with the third password reset in a thirty minute period.
If you’re looking for me in microblogging, go to http://identi.ca/alpacaherder/all instead. Identi.ca and the underlying StatusNet platform are a wee bit more stable than Twitter and more feature-complete lately. RSS feeds are exposed there if you want to just follow my dents on Identi.ca.
I’m also temporarily back to being employed so I am busier than normal too…
Twitter…so THAT’S where you’ve been!
Thanks for the confirmation of my resistance to Twitter, by the way.
It’s just been an annoying day for me. the 4 mile drive to work took 2 hours (I’m honestly incapable of walking that distance without crutches, so gimmie a break on that one!) thanks to the local council adding 3 more sets of traffic lights on the route, at junctions that don’t need them naturally, rather than sort out the flooded river that cause all the traffic to go down one road rather than 3.
I get to work and there’s no parking, because half the car park has been fenced off so they can repaint the lines that everyone ignores anyway, so I have to go park in the “overflow” car park, AKA the car park of the park acround the corner, AKA “Car Thieves Kingdom”
THEN I get to work, and get chewed out by the person who I was chewing out for not doing their job, a chewing out supported by my manager who says that Lazy Bones McGee is a VERY busy person, and can’t be expected to do their job as well as suck up to higher managment (paraphrasing) even if it means I literally can’t do my job as a result.
Then I get chewed out for not doing my job.
The drive home takes 40 minutes, but that’s okay because I broke my emergency cigarettes out and listened to loud banging music. When I get home our next-door neighbor has decided to park their stupid 4WD SUV monster over 3 parking spaces, and won’t move it because… I dunno, I had to walk away from them at that point, it would have been far too easy to push my cigarette into their eye.
Inside the house, Fiance Dumbass is settling down to watch “the footie” and has his STUPID MUDDY BOY SHOES ALL OVER THE SOFA and then wonders out loud where his dinner is.
I storm to the office and lock myself in, and freak out for a bit, turn the computer on, and Firefox freezezs, and makes me reb oot the whole thing, which means for some reason the computer has forgotten it has hard drives, so…
Ugh, Okay, I’m sounding like a crazy bitch.
Bad day.:mad:
Three spaces? Seriously? I have a huge 4wd pickup truck and it fits into 1 space just fine. If I’m worried about scratches or something and want to use more than my share, I go all the way out to the far end of the parking lot where no one parks anyway. They’re just butts - can you find a way to “accidentally” scratch their SUV? 
I got news for you - fiance dumbass will only turn into husband dumbass with it comes to the whole “where is dinner” thing. I mean - the hubs survived for 33 years before we got married but now it’s like he totally has amnesia and has no idea where the kitchen even is…
I don’t think you sound like crazy bitch. You sound like me on a bad day. Oh, wait… :D:p
Yeah, I’ve had days like that. Where all the little annoyances just seem to build up and build up. Hope you get some rest and relaxation soon.
If I still had my own car I woulda just driven into the stupid thing. As it is I may carve a big ol’ swear word onto the bonnet early tomorrow.
He was really just joking, he’s not THAT much of a jerk, he just picked the wrong day to pull that sorta thing y’know? He was going for the ironic, but just got “make the missus cry” instead.
I’m just gonna blame hormones, it’s a universal excuse for crazy behaviour
2 more days to get through without killing anyone and I can book myself in for a spa day.
It’s the not killing people that’s gonna be the hard part!
Well don’t leave us hanging… where was dinner?
I’m guessing the fridge.
It was on the ‘not having “relations” this week’ shelf.
tcht!
That sounds like a truly terrible day. I hope you have a few nice ones to make up for it 
With the reduced cable package available on the farm I am now on in Ohio, I cannot keep up with shows. My Mac gets lashed up to the TV to watch via streaming when possible. This does put me behind GWC podcasts as I don’t have easy access to more than a few things right now. SyFy doesn’t exist in our cable package…
Between farm operations, family, and now being temporarily back to work I’ve kinda been busy. This happens. My SGU watching remains a day behind. I missed Glee tonight so I have to wait for the stream to become available.
My brother and mother left to go home. I miss them already.