Griping today. Because I can.
Gripe #1: Why, why, why if you are requesting that people send you documents, would you NOT include an email address? Fax or snail mail only? Do you also use a stone and chisel instead of a computer? Can anyone please explain to me the business reason for operating this way? I really can’t think of one, but maybe I’m just missing something super obvious. Yet another reason BofA sucks major balls. I’m not even going to go into the fact that their fax line appeared to be busy the whole damn day.
Gripe #2:  It was literally 80 degrees or hotter in my office for the bulk of the day. And my day lasted 11hrs so that was awesome.
Gripe #3: I haven’t paid much attention to politics for years now and certainly haven’t written about it. I follow it to the extent that I need to for work, but I’ve attempted to ignore it as best I can mainly because I’m devoid of all the youthful optimism I used to have and am now jaded and cynical and don’t think my vote or opinion really matters (let’s face it, it doesn’t, I live in the district that elected Nancy Pelosi after all). But this whole Solyndra thing? Super irritating. Everyone should stop for a moment and play the game, What If Bush Did It? But of course, this won’t hurt Obama, the man is made of teflon (or the media has coated him in it, whatever). I’ll probably be reported to AttackWatch.com for that. Can’t say anything bad about our Dear Leader these days, you know. (Seriously though that website is really creepy and awfully 1984, no? Whatever happened to dissent being the highest form of patriotism?).
Gripe #4: I spaced on my acupuncture appointment today. Wow. It was in my calendar. They called me yesterday and left me a voicemail – which I only listened to the first two seconds of. Because I am a jackass.
Gripe #5: Boys avert your eyes. I had a little accident of the period-related sort on work last Friday. The only person who MAY have noticed (as far as I can tell) is the most important person in the office. Because such is my luck. On the brightside, it could have been much, much worse (it was mostly hideable) and my awesome hubby went to buy me pants on his lunch break so I didn’t have to spend my whole day scuttling around with my back to the wall.
Well, I feel better!