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7/7/06 11:43 pmHi everybuggy.
*sigh*
I'm feeling kind of...in the box. I'm not playing well with others. The job has been a bit of a grind, a lot more soul-sucking than usual. I blame it on execs desperate for bonuses and the real belief that Targ-hell (and most retail) has that one person can do the work of a full crew if they put their mind to it, and are properly motivated by fear. Sadly, fearing for my job only makes me crabby and want to strike out at the innocent.
And another thing. People, people--curb your children. I may be fat and white haired and jolly looking, but appearances deceive--the only way I'd like your kid is in a cream sauce with asparagus on the side. I won't watch them and your purse while you change. I will not entertain them while you shop. I will not discipline them when they act out--that's your job, damn it. And if you were half-way decent at that, you wouldn't be asking possibly dangerous people to look out for your kid. Just because I work here doesn't mean I'm sane or trustworthy....
So, my crabbiness slops over into my LJ life. But because I love and value you guys, I try and keep my bad mood to myself. I'm not very interactive anyway, but not because I don't care. You know I do.
*sniff* my stories are breaking my heart. They are sitting in the corner staring at me. I'm staring at them. And we're both thinking, who are you kidding? But I keep going because I don't know what else to do. *g*
Want to hear some good things? BG's pics of Italy are beautiful. What a thrill to see pictures of places I wrote about in L&C Do Europe. Also she was very kind and didn't say "Maaaaaaaaaaaah-aaaahmmmm!!" when I'd chirp, "oh Clark was there! Lex and Clark visited that place!" She'd just smile and say, "oh yes?" as if I was sane. *g*
Isn't she darling?
She's letting me post her pics, even though she had a fit about me posting pics of myself. She's still afraid one of you will be so overcome at my pucuddlegyness that you'll want to steal me away....goodness. We've wandered to the end of another post. I feel a teeny bit better for sharing. Thanks!
eta:sorry, meant to cut that!
*sigh*
I'm feeling kind of...in the box. I'm not playing well with others. The job has been a bit of a grind, a lot more soul-sucking than usual. I blame it on execs desperate for bonuses and the real belief that Targ-hell (and most retail) has that one person can do the work of a full crew if they put their mind to it, and are properly motivated by fear. Sadly, fearing for my job only makes me crabby and want to strike out at the innocent.
And another thing. People, people--curb your children. I may be fat and white haired and jolly looking, but appearances deceive--the only way I'd like your kid is in a cream sauce with asparagus on the side. I won't watch them and your purse while you change. I will not entertain them while you shop. I will not discipline them when they act out--that's your job, damn it. And if you were half-way decent at that, you wouldn't be asking possibly dangerous people to look out for your kid. Just because I work here doesn't mean I'm sane or trustworthy....
So, my crabbiness slops over into my LJ life. But because I love and value you guys, I try and keep my bad mood to myself. I'm not very interactive anyway, but not because I don't care. You know I do.
*sniff* my stories are breaking my heart. They are sitting in the corner staring at me. I'm staring at them. And we're both thinking, who are you kidding? But I keep going because I don't know what else to do. *g*
Want to hear some good things? BG's pics of Italy are beautiful. What a thrill to see pictures of places I wrote about in L&C Do Europe. Also she was very kind and didn't say "Maaaaaaaaaaaah-aaaahmmmm!!" when I'd chirp, "oh Clark was there! Lex and Clark visited that place!" She'd just smile and say, "oh yes?" as if I was sane. *g*
Isn't she darling?
She's letting me post her pics, even though she had a fit about me posting pics of myself. She's still afraid one of you will be so overcome at my pucuddlegyness that you'll want to steal me away....goodness. We've wandered to the end of another post. I feel a teeny bit better for sharing. Thanks!
eta:sorry, meant to cut that!
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7/8/06 04:21 am (UTC)Hee! *loves you*
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7/8/06 04:36 am (UTC)So sorry to hear about the job stuff. It'll pass. *hugs* Things will get better.
And your stories will come back and snuggle you soon. *snuggles you* How could they resist?
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7/8/06 04:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
7/8/06 04:51 am (UTC)Think porny thoughts, and things will look better.
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7/8/06 05:04 am (UTC)I don't want to sound trite, but though I feel for you right now, while you're struggling, I can't help but see that you can see through this kind of rut, that your heart is strong. Good luck with your writing, and with work. Those crazy bitches that push their children on you just need a kick in the ass, right? Jesus. That's depressing. I guess...it's nice to know that you can see how stupid and potentially negligent their behavior is.
I hope you're feeling better.
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7/8/06 05:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
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7/8/06 05:28 am (UTC)Yes, your BG is a darling! Yay!
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7/8/06 05:28 am (UTC)Is totally cool to have someone that doesn't understand your obsession act like that!
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7/8/06 05:49 am (UTC)BTW, Roxy, I sent you something in the mail. It's missing 3 episodes from the end of S2, but I don't think that matters because the show goes by arcs, not seasons. You'll know what I'm talking about when you get it.
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7/8/06 06:33 am (UTC)I'm glad your daughter had so much fun in Italy. She's a good sport, really. You know if my mom were writing slash I'd be supportive, too, but were she to find out htat I'm reading it... Gah, the thought alone terrifies me.
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7/8/06 06:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
7/8/06 06:43 am (UTC)As for the stories--I threatened them with beating and deletions, and the mprg sequel at least decided to cooperate. So, so many cuts. *sniff*
*hugs you and pats you down for cookies*
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7/8/06 06:45 am (UTC)*Clark and Lex. Clark and Lex. And Bruce. And the Joker*
Oh, that does help. *g*
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7/8/06 06:53 am (UTC)My sisters-in-law (twins who look like models straight out of a fashion magazine...HONESTLY, I'll send you pics!) who have 2 girls each , always gape at my son (who now is 5) because he says "excuse me, mom" before he speaks, "may I please be excused?" when he's finished with his food and NEVER runs around when with us at a store, EVER. He stays with me and the cart, does not yell like a fiend or bump into people like a heathen. And there are NO tantrums at my house because they will get. You. Nothing. Lesson learned once. People need to raise their children, period. I may not be perfect but my son near as heck is, lol!!! (ask
And L&C do Italy, AWWWWW!!!!
Want to steal you away? I'm waiting to move in!!
You and Stories need to make up. Or am I going to have to lock you up in a room with lots of booze and no bathroom?
;D
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7/8/06 06:55 am (UTC)And no, you don't weird me out, hah! In fact, I'm insanely flattered by it and I'm amazed that you find me to be interesting at all--simple country pornographer that I am. *fluffs your pillow and gets you a cool beverage*
I like your description of me better than mine.
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7/8/06 06:57 am (UTC)*wait*
*wait*
*wait*
*loves all over you*
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7/8/06 06:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
7/8/06 06:59 am (UTC)Especially since she's finally thrown in the towel on Mom writing porn.
I win!
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7/8/06 07:05 am (UTC)It's not because we sell the kids they leave in the aisles, is it?
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7/8/06 07:10 am (UTC)Want to steal you away? I'm waiting to move in!!
cleans house real quick*
come on!! :)
Me and the stories are making up, I swear!
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7/8/06 07:17 am (UTC)when i managed video stores, people would try and drop their kids off the whole damn day while they went shopping!!
The fuck??!! Really?? People are truly shit sometime, aren't they?