“I’ll take ‘Stressing Me Out, Want To Kill All Life as We Know It’ for 500, Alex”
February 7th, 2007 by Atomictumor
Job.
Raid Drivers.
Mess.
JOB.
Fussy children.
Need for groceries.
Strong sense of unfulfillment.
General loneliness.
JOB.
“I’ll take ‘Stressing Me Out, Want To Kill All Life as We Know It’ for 500, Alex”
February 7th, 2007 by Atomictumor
Job.
Raid Drivers.
Mess.
JOB.
Fussy children.
Need for groceries.
Strong sense of unfulfillment.
General loneliness.
JOB.
February 7th, 2007 at 2:30 pm
I’m begining to see a pattern with the whole JOB thing. :-)
February 7th, 2007 at 2:42 pm
sorry :(
should i light a bag of poop and leave it on your boss’s doorstep because i would do it for you … doubt it would help much.
February 7th, 2007 at 2:50 pm
I can’t even stress to you how much I FEEL THE SAME!!!!!!!!
I warned everyone at work today that I am tightly wound right now … don’t push it.
February 7th, 2007 at 3:00 pm
i feel the same also, with the exception of fussy children. i have none. yippee!! although i love children ;)
what are you doing about taking more classes?
February 7th, 2007 at 3:03 pm
I know exactly how you feel! I effing hate my effing job!!!!!
If it wasn’t for the fact that I have a serious shoe addiction and a dirty little secret handbag habit I would be SO out of that HOLE IN THE ASS END OF THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!
(Thanks for leting me use your blog to vent my frustration to the whole internet….I feel much better now!).
February 7th, 2007 at 3:27 pm
What is life as we know it?
February 7th, 2007 at 3:28 pm
Yep, it must be in the air.
February 7th, 2007 at 3:36 pm
I’m sorry AT. I wish you would lean more on others and cut yourself some slack. Maybe We’ll see you at the Blogfest Saturday.
February 7th, 2007 at 6:46 pm
Isn’t it strange how Job (biblical sufferer) and job are spelled exactly the same?
February 7th, 2007 at 7:23 pm
I get this mental image of one of the fantastic four creeping up to someone’s door and whispering “flame on” as they hold a bag of dog crap and light it with their finger.
tg
February 7th, 2007 at 7:27 pm
i just love that my bag of poo idea has taken off … i have needed such confirmation this week!
February 7th, 2007 at 8:13 pm
TG: Excellent thought….AT=Mr. Fantastic, SumGirl=HumanTorch since she started the flaming poo idea, and I will be The Thing (grumpy freind with heart of gold and WAY too much spare dog poo). Who will be the Invisible Woman?
February 7th, 2007 at 9:14 pm
I would but I am not a woman.
tg
February 7th, 2007 at 9:17 pm
Well, if you are invisible….would anyone know the difference?
And you would be least suspect if the Flametastic Poo Four got caught?
February 8th, 2007 at 12:31 pm
gotta go to sleep, gotta go to work, gotta have a job.
maybe work towards getting a job for the nwra. i like to sound of “ranger tumor”.
February 8th, 2007 at 2:41 pm
“message read on the bathroom wall…”
Dammit, MJF, I totally have that stuck in my head now…
February 8th, 2007 at 2:46 pm
Man, do I know that feeling well. *sigh*
February 8th, 2007 at 4:09 pm
This post speaks for me too… only substitute “blue screen of death” for “RAID drives,” and scratch “loneliness” — except that both of us have way too many evening meetings.
February 8th, 2007 at 6:33 pm
huh… seems i had that lyric wrong. paraphrased anyway. thbbbt.
February 9th, 2007 at 3:34 pm
Missing Friday Haiku
Must be job related.
Work is no fun!
February 11th, 2007 at 9:15 pm
Yeah the job can suck the life right out of you, specially if you’re a newbie like me…