Day two

Am off to survive another day - and maybe this time the bus will cooperate with me. It was pretty bad yesterday that I got to work ten minutes late b/c A) the bus was running late and B) They changed the bus schedule the same f'ing day they implemented the changes, instead of, oh say, putting out the new schedule ahead of time *kicks metro system*

Anyway. Chapter 12 of Treasure has been Approved, and has been sent for beta-ing. If you are displeased at the time it's taking to get it back, please harass kiyoshi_chan *evil grin*

Also have started a new fairytale - one I've been dying to do for ages but could never suitably butcher. I have finally found away, and thanks to ki-chan it's going to be even better than what I originally had planned.

In other news, I'm still fucking livid about the debacle last night that they call the olympics. I hope those fuckwit judges are proud of themselves for ruining something that should have been fun - and meant a hell of a lot to the athletes. *ARGH* I'm not getting started.I am however going to start composing a nasty letter to send to the IOC. Asshats do not make good judges. *continues ranting*

Fawk. Gots to go. Have a good day (or night) all you lovely people.

Sleepy Sleepy

Work is still good. I am heartily sick of snooty admin and lawyers looking down their noses at me, but there are enough nice ones (like the lady that totally didn't mind it that I botched her postage metering it today -_-;;) that I think I'll be all right.

The bus people, however, I am going to have to murder. Especially the ignorant woman with a screaming child she refuses to discipline or quiet down by some other means. B/c that's exactly what all of us weary workers want to hear at the end of the day - a wailing, screaming child. And I won't even get into Sketchy and Skank. I should have gone into sociology or anthro - I could do a study of some sort of these people. Except I'd get stabbed or something for asking certain questions.

Speaking of the bus, and work, I heartily hate being the new dumbass on the block. It's more draining than anything - I'm trying to learn, not get lost (ugh, almost did that tonight coming home. way to be brilliant), and the guy I'm replacing feels free to MOCK ME IN FRONT OF PEOPLE when I accidently got out on 19 instead of 18. Not to mention the way he laughs every time I take a wrong turn...he's not doing it to be mean but jeez. I cringe every time I have to shadow him. I much prefer Darren.

And would some man PLEASE explain to me why I'm not allowed to carry anything? The mail cartons are not that heavy. Hello, I have to do this by myself eventually.

On the upside, I have so much free time it's ridiculous. I managed to get a few pages written for two different stories. Now to summon the energy to type them up.

I want ice cream. But it's fucking freezing down here.