What the fuck am I doing up so fucking early on a fucking Saturday?

[Zavulon]

I fucking vowed to sleep in until well after fucking noon after a fucking bitch of a fucking workweek. Now I'm fucking awake and have no fucking idea why the fuck that is.

Does anyone have a fucking answer to this only slightly rhetorical fucking question?

Thanks a fucking lot in fucking advance.



Fuck,

Zavulon.

Fucking edited to eliminate a fucking typo

[Lil Missy]

1. Hey, fucking guy?

:shrug:

[Zavulon]

4. Just a Saturday morning rant.

If I told you what my work week was like, you'd call me a liar.

[Lil Missy]

7. No, I wouldn't call you a liar. I'd believe you.

Spill it, brother! Get it out so you can throw it away!

[Zavulon]

11. Okay, here we go. Just the highlights, though.

1.) My desktop computer caught fire on Monday morning.

2.) A co-worker was severely beaten by a beggar on Monday afternoon.

3.) On Tuesday morning, we walked in to the office to see police and paramedics there, as one of our co-workers was dead in his chair.

4.) This seems minor compared to what's written above, but it's consistent with my week: I brought my DVD set of the first season of Law & Order: Criminal Intent to the office because I was going to lend it to a friend after work. I put it in a drawer at my desk, I don't believe anyone even saw me do it. When I came back from lunch, which I spent at a local bookstore, I put my purchases into that same drawer only to discover that the fucking DVD set had been stolen.

5.) On Wednesday, the A/C was out all day. Since some of my co-workers believe that excessive perfume is a substitute for showering, the day was an assault on my senses in every way possible. I actually started gagging at one point and ran to the bathroom to throw up - turned into a false alarm, but this tells you a lot about the person in the cubicle next to me.

6.) On Thursday, we lost our second co-worker in two days. We got a call that she had died in her sleep early that morning.

7.) Later Thursday: fire in the break room. Some asshole apparently added an extra zero or two when setting his or her microwave time. I have no idea what was being cooked, but I have smelled burning flesh and this wasn't all that different.

8.) Thursday, about 1:30: a project I was working on for over a week was being sent by courier to the Wilson Building (this is where the mayor sits). The poor sap was hit by a car and didn't quite make it to the delivery address, something we only discovered a few hours after I was regally chewed out for "missing" a deadline I would have made with a different courier (or with the same one five seconds earlier or later). I got an apology, but by then I was too fucking pissed off to appreciate it.

9.) Yesterday, I was sitting at my desk minding my own business, when some guy carrying reams of paper passed by my cube. He tripped, his payload went flying, and a ream of paper slammed into the back of my neck, giving me an unbearable cramp all fucking day.


How's that?

[Lil Missy]

13. OMG! That's an unbelievably horrible week!

I am so sorry that you had to endure the death of two co-workers, and within a couple days. That's nothing to scoff at, and I am sure that was traumatic enough.

Having you DVD's stolen on your lunch break is not just an inconsequential thing either. I'd feel pretty irate and plenty violated if that happened to me.

And I know what you mean about people trying to cover up BO and stench with perfume. I sat next to someone like that, and at first, I sneaked a sniff of the underarms of my sweater. I thought it was me, and that I had accidentally put it back in the closet to wear without washing it.

I discovered it was not me, and she smelled like a goat. It was not the first time she tried to cover it up with perfume. A few weeks later, a young gal got the gags, and complained to the manager about the stench. They made her go home and take a bath. Can you imagine something so humiliating?

I'm sorry you had such a bad week. I hope you can get some peace and rest this weekend. And, please do let me know how next week goes.

:hug:

:hi:

[Zavulon]

14. I will, thanks.

I generally swear like a sailor anyway, but based on my week I hope you'll excuse my F-bombs from today. :)

:hug:

:hi:

[ccharles000]

2. ...

:hug: Sorry you can't sleep.

[Zavulon]

3. Thanks.

You know what's running through my mind right now? Rocky III, second fight, Rocky's getting the edge over Clubber Lang, so he starts taunting him - "c'mon, KNOCK ME OUT!"

I could do without the massive fist to the face, but the goal itself seems worthy now. :)

[mnhtnbb]

5. Go for a fucking run or fucking walk. Skip the coffee and take a nap this afternoon.

I couldn't sleep last night--up until 3:30 a.m.--and hubby woke me up at 7 a.m. I hate it when I can't sleep at night and can't sleep in. I know it's because I'm worrying about a significant life decision.
But instead of doing the financial work needed to get to the decision, I'm playing on DU.

:shrug:

[Zavulon]

6. That's good fucking advice. I'm very fucking grateful.

I see we're in the same fucking boat. :hi:

Good luck with the decision. :)

[mnhtnbb]

8. Aw, you're fucking welcome!

And thanks!

:hi:

On edit: I'm going to take my own advice and go for a walk right now.

[Zavulon]

12. Have a nice fucking walk. :)

I'm going to go take your fucking advice right fucking now myfuckingself.

I fucking appreciate your fucking advice. You're a hell of a nice fucking person.

Have a great fucking day. :hi:

:)

[mnhtnbb]

15. I had a fucking wonderful walk. No nap though. But right now I'm having

a fucking great Manhattan.

Have a fucking fabulous evening!

:hi:

[Rhythm]

9. s'o.k.... i'm fucking awake, too...

Have been for a fucking hour or more...

*grr*

I was planning to stay the fuck in bed, and now i can't fucking settle back down.

Fuck.

[MonkeyFunk]

10. I know why *I'm* awake so early

at 5:00, what appeared to be a raccoon/elephant hybrid decided to wander in and help himself to the cat food.

This enraged the dog, who was asleep in his kennel.

Much excitement ensued.