Ugh.

I really dislike crummy days. Like today. I also really dislike work. WHY on earth would a person want to work for 12 hours a day on something that is painfully unexciting? And even less useful than it is interesting?

Yes, that's right, slavedrivers. Go ahead and track me down and put this in my next performance review. Make sure to include the fact that I am officially complaining about how people who I am not even working for send me e-mails at 4:30 pm, and even though they are "sorry for the late notice," they need me to re-do something that I already did for them earlier, ALSO with very little notice, because they screwed up and gave me the wrong information the first time. Um. As if I don't already have hours worth of work to finish at 4:30 pm.

I dream about a job where it's I can begin to think about going home at 4:30 pm. I wonder what that must be like... I might get home in time to eat dinner and watch The Bachelor and maybe even get 7-8 hours of sleep. What a fantasy world.

Also, while I'm on this little outburst, it's 15 degrees outside. 0 degrees with wind chill. And my head hurts and I have no energy and my apartment is a horrible mess.

January and I are just not getting along so well.