This isn't me, but when I get angry I get those lines between my eye brows.
Sugar Bear says my 11 is showing.
I'm in a baaaaaaaaaaaaaaad mood. Now when I say bad, what I mean is if you try to talk to me I might rip your mother fucking head off. The problem is I don't know why! Trust me, I'm usually very sweet.
Boss is the same as he always is, yet today I'm a hair away from taking a pipe to his knees ala Nancy Kerrigan. I'm eating lunch at my desk and he keeps asking me work questions, to which I reply "I'll check it out after lunch." To which he retorts "Oh take another minute".
I don't want another minute. I want 30 minutes of peace and uninteruption.
But like I said it ain't him, it's me. Everyone and everything is pissing me off. If I didn't have concrete proof otherwise I'd swear I had my period.
New architect started yesterday. I spent over a frigging hour with him yesterday with orientation and blah, blah, blah. Today he quit. Frigging really? And get this...they're paying him for the day!
And the receptionist didn't get milk for the coffee, even though I reminded her yesterday afternoon. So I tell her again this morning. She goes out. 20 min later she's back. Guess what? She forgot to bring money. God help me. Then (while waiting for milk so I can have coffee) I notice one of the airpots is kinda busted.
I tell her "Call the vendor, tell them the name of our coffee system, and get a price on a new airpot."
I give detailed instructions cuz you know...it's her and it's necessary. 20 min later she has catalogues out and has prices ranging from $50-$150 and is wondering aloud about the differences and says "I was thinking on this....."
"No!!! Just call them and tell them the product name. Please no thinking!" Yes, that was mean, abrupt and brusque.
And it ain't her. She's just being "her". It's me being in a horrible mood.
Okay one more example so you guys will know how terrible I really am. Mormon guy (who is NOT adam) owed me a receipt and I had to remind him twice. As I am typing this post he sneaks up behind me and puts receipt in my hair! Oh I almost killed him. Then he LICKS the receipt and tries to stick it on me. I just told him to get the fuck out. (mormon's don't swear) I made him run away and feel terrible.
Since it ain't the monthly curse, maybe it's the nasty, horrible, cold weather?
Stay faaaar away from me, and if you dare comment you have no one to blame but yourself.