Jan 30 2002
Annoying Day
This morning started out perfect, until it was derailed by my attempts to do my hair before going to work. I hate anything to do with my hair, and would gladly pay someone (my answer to anything I don’t want to do) to do it for me, if only I had achieved my original career goal of idle rich. But as it is, my hair is prey to my retarded administrations on a daily basis.
Today, I unsuccessfully attempted three times to put said hair into a very cute silver barrette, trimmed with amethyst, before getting all pissed and using a regular hair elastic. The hair elastic turned me into a pointy headed freak, so I had to take it out to try again. However, I managed to get hair and elastic so badly tangled that I had to make John cut it out of my hair*. Now, besides making us late for work, it should have warned me that it was going to be an Annoying Day.
Remember Big Boss ? Well, he descended on us and decided it would be a good day to make us all sit in a conference room with us and regale us for two hours with his views on life, his past military experience, what he thinks we should do with our careers, and sundry other topics, each more boring than the last, all while exhibiting his truly deplorable table manners. Followed by a reprise of the original Nicorette-furtive spitting act.
All the time I could have been working, and in fact should have been, since it is our quarterly “crunch time”, so now I’ll have to work late to catch up on the work I should have done while he was blabbing away. As an additional horror, I don’t want to do any of the things he wants us to do, and I hate the direction he’s going in. If I have to look for another job, I’m going to be pissed. Well, even more pissed.
*For those of you who are worried: you can’t tell. Hair still well below shoulder length.