...than to read my work email after I've sent out a big alert. I'm a fucking idiot. Now I've allowed the assholes with the stupid questions to interfere with what was a perfectly normal, boring (lovely) evening. The morons have managed to get in the way of my blogging about my birthday. How fucked up is that???? I'd rant about the fuckwits further, but I don't want to give them any more energy. Bah.
Oh, hell... maybe just a little rant... I was all happy and deciding to stay where I'm at. Until the morons came out in force tonight. As they will at various times if I am the mouthpiece for the crappy stuff that happens (which, sadly, is what my job is about). So do I stay here (where I've been happier for the last minute and a half), or move on to another group where it'll take me at least 3 months to figure out that I'm miserable?? Ok, I feel a little better now, back to my birthday.
Posted by cshell at March 22, 2004 09:34 PM