It’s On the Fan

The shit.

The new assistant manager took offense at my joking “ooh you’re late” today when she was fucking late. Without calling. On her first day working by herself.

After an hour of her being six years old in front of customers she told me she hopes I take a bath because I stink.

I don’t really have room for this kind of crap in my life, so she’s not gonna be with the company much longer.

I’m super stressed over this whole ordeal. Too bad my 1,300 word statement to HR doesn’t count towards my NaNoWriMo goal.

Who’s got a suggestion for turning off my brain and working on my novel? Or not working on my novel, even though I’d like to do that. Any distraction would be good.

Just…argh. Seriously? Take a bath? That’s not even a good insult! So frustrated right now.

I Suck at Bingeing

Ah, the irony. I had begun a post about how anxious I was for Friday to come, bringing the appointment I’ve been waiting six months for. Yeah, that’s deleted. As is my appointment.

That’s right, ladies and gents. The appointment that was cancelled and rescheduled has been cancelled again. For good. Because the RE resigned. They should have another by the first week of February. Do I get rescheduled? Of course not. You know what? Screw them.

We were at Dollar Tree when I got the call, so I went and sat in the car for a bit then came back inside. And stocked up on junk.

20111205-165348.jpg And club soda to wash it down.

I did manage to eat half the Chocolate Pearls.

But seriously, WTF???

I’m tired of the letdowns. I feel like the shittiest person in the world. I hate my body for being a jerk. I hate myself for hating my body. I hate myself for getting my hopes up when I should have known better. I hate myself for being upset. I hate myself for hating myself. I hate being so tired all the time. I hate that psych meds are so fricking expensive. I hate that I can’t even put a good dent a stockpile of junk food.

At least I’d already planned to make chicken and dumplings for dinner. Chicken and dumplings fixes a lot.