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12/01/2004 Archived Entry: "Just not my week..."

It's just not my week, at all.

At... all....

Started off waking -up- twenty minutes late, for starters. Then promptly fell down the icy steps of my front porch. So I'm sporting bruises on my ass and my left ankle feels sore. I landed in a sit, I managed to break most of the fall with my still hot-feeling right palm and my left leg had curled underneath me. My right foot just -flew- and then it happened so quickly that I sat stunned for a minute trying to figure out whether or not I was alive or dead.

Because shock is an odd thing, I didn't feel any pain until I stood up and the andrenaline wore off. Then my rear started aching. So I hobbled over with John to my in-law's back porch to grab the salt granules to de-ice the steps so some other idiot wouldn't go commiting suicide on our steps.

So I call work and tell them I'm going to be late, in severe doubt they'd ever believe my story short of showing them -exactly- where the bruises are. And I come in to work to get another nasty-gram in my inbox (the third one to date) about my inability to get in to work on time. You know, this job just isn't worth it... I made up my mind last month to tell them I was quitting once December came around, and I think this confirms it. It was just the lit cherry bomb on the shit cake of this year.

My forecast for the rest of the week does, indeed, not bode well given the past two days. If any of you angst-mongers come knocking around my door, be prepared for a punch in the face followed shortly after the phrase "You want pain!?? I'll give you REAL pain!"

*grumbles* .... stupid gits...