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I really meant to post something Tuesday. I really, really meant to post something yesterday. Like, you know, some fic recs and things of that nature, since it's been a while and I have been reading even I haven't much time for thoughtful response.
But then, you know, my friends go and do something all dramatic and distracting. And I work with idiots. (In fact, let's just say right now that when I write 'love to work with a good team' on a resume or in a cover letter, I am LYING. To me working with others goes like this--I spend twice-to-three times the amount of time I would have spent simply doing the project myself explaining how to do it to someone else. Then following them out there to make sure they do it, then answering their questions as they do it WRONG, then correcting them. Then going back out there to do it all again after the other person leaves, because at this point, I've already ridiculed them enough for not understanding simple instructions and to spare their feelings, I'll just wait 'till they're gone. Yes, I am not a complete asshole).
And then *roots* yes apparently *roots* from a goddamn tree invaded my *plumbing* system, and backed up all sorts of crap from my little apartment/house and the apartment/house next to mine. Up into *my apartment/house*! Out into my *front yard*! All at exactly midnight last night. My landlord is a darling, but couldn't get a plumber to come out here until early, early this morning.
They are still here. I have gotten no sleep, I feel filthy, I can't pee, and oh yeah, my house smells like crap.
LIKE CRAP.
(Okay, actually this is sort of funny. My brother and I had a nice hysterical laugh about it earlier. There are stranger's poop nuggets on my lawn).
But still, everyone knows that you can think you're civilized or whatever, but there's nothing like a yard full of feces and dissolving toilet paper and non-working toilets to let you know just how full of shit you are.
Or were.
All hail the Gods of Coffee. Perhaps I shall be on later to make those recs. Depends on how I feel after I finally scrub scrub SCRUB down my floors. And throw out everything that was in my bathtub (including my expensive shampoo, my one ridiculously extravagant expenditure). And then try to think of my bathroom as a clean place that I can then clean myself in.
Poop nuggets!!!
But then, you know, my friends go and do something all dramatic and distracting. And I work with idiots. (In fact, let's just say right now that when I write 'love to work with a good team' on a resume or in a cover letter, I am LYING. To me working with others goes like this--I spend twice-to-three times the amount of time I would have spent simply doing the project myself explaining how to do it to someone else. Then following them out there to make sure they do it, then answering their questions as they do it WRONG, then correcting them. Then going back out there to do it all again after the other person leaves, because at this point, I've already ridiculed them enough for not understanding simple instructions and to spare their feelings, I'll just wait 'till they're gone. Yes, I am not a complete asshole).
And then *roots* yes apparently *roots* from a goddamn tree invaded my *plumbing* system, and backed up all sorts of crap from my little apartment/house and the apartment/house next to mine. Up into *my apartment/house*! Out into my *front yard*! All at exactly midnight last night. My landlord is a darling, but couldn't get a plumber to come out here until early, early this morning.
They are still here. I have gotten no sleep, I feel filthy, I can't pee, and oh yeah, my house smells like crap.
LIKE CRAP.
(Okay, actually this is sort of funny. My brother and I had a nice hysterical laugh about it earlier. There are stranger's poop nuggets on my lawn).
But still, everyone knows that you can think you're civilized or whatever, but there's nothing like a yard full of feces and dissolving toilet paper and non-working toilets to let you know just how full of shit you are.
Or were.
All hail the Gods of Coffee. Perhaps I shall be on later to make those recs. Depends on how I feel after I finally scrub scrub SCRUB down my floors. And throw out everything that was in my bathtub (including my expensive shampoo, my one ridiculously extravagant expenditure). And then try to think of my bathroom as a clean place that I can then clean myself in.
Poop nuggets!!!
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