silverthorne

I HATE Coporate America sometimes!

The one and only decent hard rock station in the Dallas area has replaced their morning programming (a little bit of news, a WHOLE FREAKING LOT of hard/metal/older rock)...

With a damned talk show that goes from 5am until 10 am.

You know, one that rates right up there with, say, Howard Stern.

(I think Howard Stern is an attention grabbing idiot asshole. I'd listen to Rush Lumbaugh before I would listen to good 'ol Howie--that's how much I hate the frizzy little beanpole. The man is a sensationalistic waste of skin.)

Give me back my rock, you assholes. You already shot The Eagle. Leave the last decent rock station in Texas ALONE!

Current Mood: irritated
Current Location: Work, and ready to shoot the radio
Current Music: Not rock and roll, that's for sure

Feeling slightly depressed, which I think happens to most people around this time of year, despite the intentions of the season. Doesn't help that it's monthly time, the house hold budget is so tight it's ass squeaks, I'm out of my herbals, and I miss my family...

Wow...whine whine whine. Anybody else hear the puppy squeals?

Anyhow, I refuse to be depressed, so...a little exercise...(To be added to as I think of more and have the time at work).

Dear Great Spirit

Thank you.
Thank you for taking care of me.
Thank you for a life where I have so much to be thankful for.
I have a loving family, even if I can't go see them this year.
I have kick-ass online friends.
I have a cool supervisior (who isn't yelling at me while I take a break and type this).
I have lovely, loving pets, including an eighteen year-old cat who is still going strong.
I have inter~~butt~~net. DSL internet no less. (And some people can't even afford a computer with 56k access.
I have two video game systems and plenty of games to go with them.
I have music
I have a roof over my head.
I have food and clothes.
I have twenty dollars in my savings account (better than nothing!)
I have a working, legal car.
The state renewed my driver's license six months after the fact without making me come in for a drivers test.
I have my sight, hearing, and ability to walk.
I am healthy.
I am loved.

Thank you.

Current Mood: Depressed but thankful
Current Music: Assorted Bon Jovi Songs

Yes, yes, I know. Being a receiving clerk and part of central supply makes me, techinally, still part of the 'service' force. I know that. I'm supposed to be cheerful, helpful, and able to read your mind with a brainless smile plastered on my face while I do it.

However.

It is Wednesday. I have eight pallets of supplies that need to be dsitributed by 10 am (hopefully) so that I can then deal with UPS, FedEX, DHL, The two pallets of Very Expensive and Must be Refridgerated lab supplies, and so on and so forth.

You'll excuse me if I have less than sterling patience, less than sterling attention and less than sterling sympathy when you show up wanting, '..a small white connector thing...'.

And that's your description. That's it...nothing else. No actual termnology I might recognize..no IMMS number so that I can look it up in the computer...not even a catalogue number off the package.

And now you're staring at me like I can and should pop the mystery supply out of my ass.

Sorry, but my talents lie elsewhere.

I am however certian that you're asking for a special order item. So why are you arguing with me? It isn't here. And if you're that desperate for connectors to make longer tubing then take my suggestion to take a few of the longer oxygen tubes we have in stock instead of having a little hissy fit qand then marching off with the 'threat' of coming back with better information (IE: 'I'm gonna complain to your boss')...

Grrrrrr.

Current Mood: Considering homicide

( Thoughts to come when reading someone else's LJ )

( I would laugh, but that would hurt something...*g* )

( Ugh )

Current Mood: sick
Current Music: Jon Bon Jovi--I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

( Finally )

Current Mood: jubilant
Current Music: 'From Dusk Til Dawn' Soundtrack

( Blah blah blah, right. )

Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: The Cult--Edie

But I can't help it...well, I can...but I need to vent...

( The Rant of the Bitch )

Current Mood: bitchy
Current Music: Creed--Weathered

( In which Anne rails at the world--or at least her co-workers... )

Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: The Gnashing of Teeth

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Just a journal. Go Me.

Entries tagged with whining and complaining

ARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH GAH!!!!!!

Gah...!

Dear Nurses--

Interesting...

How to knock Anne out of self pity in one easy step...

I need a ball-pin hammer (part 2)

Whew

Attack of the Bitchy Snark 2

This is probably going to make me sound like a total ass...

I hate JCAHO

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