Know what I’m sayin’?
You know when you have a week that isn’t bad (well, not the amt of bad that has been thoroughly discussed on here), but just plain irritating? Well, that’s been my week. Every single aspect of my life has been annoying, but in such a stupid, little way, that when I complain about it I get no sympathy. Ex: I thought I had fixed my trimester(3 MONTHS!) long quest in finding my boss a new phone + phone plan. This was the most dragged out thing ever. He couldn’t make up his mind, he decided not to go for it at all at some point, and he’s just plain indecisive. I wrote memos, called 900 different places, printed enough paper to rebuild the Amazon forest. We signed the contract on Tuesday. Signed, sealed and delivered. I was giddy. And then on Wednesday I get a call telling me the phone he wanted is no longer available. And that was that. No phone, no plan, no peace for me. See what I mean? In the grand scheme of things, that’s nothing but a pimple on a thrice removed extra in the tenth row, but add it to the other 500 tiny things and it just drives me crazy.
Eh, maybe cranky is just my “at peace” state.
