I’m grumpy today. Not for any reason in particular, but because of a million little things. Or maybe I just got up on the wrong side of the bed. The irony is that the number one thing on my It’s Making Me Grumpy list is that The Grumpy is not wearing off. I said “Hrmf!” to my boss, who asked me, “I that a one-hrmf or two-hrmf?” So, which even-toed ungulate is it, the dromedary or bactrian?
Okaythen! I’ll leave y’all with the the full-size, unrotated version of yesterday’s photo.
The people around me are getting on my last nerve. It’s not their fault, I’m just grumpy as hell. However, if Mr. Belt and Suspenders doesn’t shut the fuck up, I may cry. Seriously. When he got here this morning, he announced to his cube neighbor that he’d slipped twice on the ice this morning, his knee was swelling, and he was going home after it warmed up enough for the ice to melt. He’s retold the story a total of six times–and counting. It’s like he’s on an endless loop or something. Someone please make it stop!
And maintenance folks changed the locks on the escalators, so now our keys won’t work in them. I doubt we’ll get replacements, because we weren’t technically supposed to have keys, anyway. I don’t mind stairs, but climbing giant escalator stairs at 6am is not my idea of how to start off one’s day.
I woke up with a sore throat this morning. Usually, when that happens, it goes away after awhile. Only, this time, it’s getting worse. Fucking bastards! I used up all my time off last week, because of the goddamn fucking weather, so I can’t take time off. And, I’m supposed to be training a new student this afternoon, so I couldn’t go home even if I wanted to.
Oh, and it was foggy all night, and cold enough that everything was icy this morning. Roads included. The worst, though, was the fog ice on my car windows. That stuff is impossible to scrape.
red paper boat 