there are snacks all over the place at work. i am not complaining about the snacks because snacks are blameless, but i am complaining about the people who eat them because now i know who chews with their mouth open and i hate them.
there is a woman here who giggles at the end of every sentence and i want to punch her in the neck. actually, i want to send her to my sister so she can punch her in the neck.
there is this dude here who is driving me crazy. like, i seriously GET why there is a five day waiting period on buying a gun. too bad he pissed me off on monday; old shooty should be ready by friday, pending my background check.
anyway, he keeps getting sales and publicity and marketing all riled up with his ideas, and then sends them to me. and i have to be the one to say "no" when i really want to say "had you asked me first, i would have told you no instead of you going around and stirring up the entire building with your unsustainable ideas." one more time and we're going to have a serious conversation.
one of my favorite shirts came out of the wash with like five tiny hole all around the waistline. 1) i don't know how this happens; it's not like a wear it belted tight and then rub it up against a bunch of things and 2) now i have to find a replacement. it's not that i hate shopping; it's that i loved that shirt and finding something to replace it is harder than buying something new.