|September 24, 2002|
|Bodies - Drowned Pool|
|Gee, you're thinking,
Taryn, you sure are in a strange mood. Bodies? By
Drowned Pool? But that's such a--harsh song, isn't it? Oh, you
bet it is. I had one of those days that went okay to begin with and
just got bad in the space of a few sentences uttered by the pig-like mouth
of my boss. Oh, did I call him a swine? Yes! I believe I
called that horrible man a pig! Why, you ask, would I call this
horrible person such a name? Because he is! But let us
begin at the beginning. And stop, when I am finished.
This morning I woke up to the jarring words, "Oh my God! I thought you were gone already!", looked at the clock and realized that I had roughly 15 minutes to get dressed, put on my makeup and head out the door. Which I was ready in 5 minutes, sans my shower for the morning. (Which is not completely necessary as I haven't sweated much since yesterday) I sat around and talked to Megan for a few minutes and then left for work with the attitude that I had just slept in an extra 45 minutes.
I got to work, and Whit was already there, but I didn't actually have to speak to him until about 8:40, which is when the day just went downhill from there. He came up and I can't remember what he said, but it was completely derogatory to my ability to get my job done right, implied that I was one of many in the office that needed that close supervision that only a micromanager can give and that I don't have the ability to figure out how to work a fucking copy machine. He didn't say anything particularly specific, but it was enough implications there to completely annoy me. My email to Mike that morning reflecting how pissed off I was at Whit's audacity to even tell me how to do my job! He fucking hired me, didn't he?!
I cooled off quite a bit by the time 10:30 rolled around, though and felt a little low when I checked my email about 10:45 and saw that Mike hadn't emailed me. I usually like looking up and seeing that icon showing I have mail and then seeing his name in the Sender column. It thrills me to no end. But it wasn't there this morning. I didn't get depressed or anything, just kind of bummed that I didn't get even an "I love you!" email. So I went back and did a couple things in the back when Jennifer pages me over the intercom that I have a call. Mike called! That made me so happy. I went running up to the breakroom and got to talk to him for about 15 minutes. He called because he said that after reading my email he knew I needed cheering up. And he did cheer me up. I love just talking and laughing with him!
I didn't get to take much of a lunch today, and I felt like a first rate idiot for trying to go to the bank for the second day in a row, but I did take some time to read the book I've been going through. And that is To Reign in Hell by Steven Brust. This is, without a doubt, one of the best books I've had so far. It describes the fall of Lucifer and the other angels into Hell and how it all came about. I won't go into details for the readers here, but if you don't mind buying a book in the sci-fi fantasy section of the bookstore, I highly recommend reading it. It offers a very interesting view on why Lucifer fell and the War in Heaven. Megan says she'll read it after I've finished it, which will most likely be tomorrow or Thursday. Ha.
Whit managed to make a few more comments that pissed me off. "Taryn, you should go to the bank once a day and pass the ball to me if you're not in the mood." Not in the fucking mood? How about no time! "Soooo..." (please imagine the boss in "Office Space and how he says "Yeeeaaaah" and that's Whit's "soooo") "What's the deal with this order?" What?! Do I look like a fucking salesperson, let alone the person who did this order?! Ohhh, Jean was so lucky today that she got to tell him that he was never happy unless he was bitching. I wish I could say something like that to the big fat pig!
I thought I would help out the pages a bit by adding some pictures. Incidentally, going here and here and you'll see the pictures that Mike and I took when we were getting ready to go see Disown. The first one looks best for him, the second for me...how's that for irony?
Well that seems enough bitching for now, but I shall continue my saga of whining about my job and mooning over my guy later today most likely.