oi

So that whining thing I mentioned a few entries back.

Christ, this day has sucked ass. And not in a fun way. The only good thing about this weekend has been mekle keeping me company and helping me get the rest of my furniture in and my spiffy new machine set up, but he's unfortunately gone, now.

Ever had one of those jobs where you get shit because your boss isn't explaining what you're supposed to do?

Yeah. Like I'm really Miss Fucking Cleo, folks.

Of course, the irony in this is that the root problem seems to be overwriting. Not as in volume, but as in going rather too far above and beyond. I was afraid of that. Story of my life, though. I'm one of those kinds of people who can do brain surgery but doesn't know how to take a temperature. I get so bored with the basics that I skip up to the good stuff, and then find that there are gaping holes. Which is why I'm in school right now instead of making a living doing this. Hopefully I'll get to stay here instead of finding myself kicked simply because I'm supposed to be writing for a community I don't live in for an age group I haven't been in since the first Bush administration.

There's more-complex rantage to be had, but I'm just too exhausted to even bitch about it right now.