Don't shoot tequila when your hand has a rash.
Jun. 5th, 2010 02:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serynI have this urge to add all the people to the access list so I can complain about personal stuff I wouldn't want aired and archived.
However, we'll be honest, you don't want to read it. My problems are trivial enough that venting will take the pressure off. But it gets really annoying that everything that gets posted is bitchy. I'm definitely guilty of that myself.
It's also a weekend, which usually means fewer people are around. That's always seemed ironic because, as an unemployed person, during the week I get brushed off with "I'll have more time on the weekend." They might, but none of the time is for me; they just know they won't be online and won't see an email until they're back at work when they can repeat the same excuse. I've started to take "we'll talk on the weekend" as "I don't really like you and wish you'd stay the fuck away from me."
Of course, hearing that kind of double meaning makes me angry that it's considered polite to lie to people, polite enough that the lying has it's own euphemism which has stolen the meaning from the original word--- we call that kind of lying "tact". Tact, however, wasn't about saying things that are actually untrue, but rather choosing your words so the truth did less harm to other people's feelings.
I'd gotten myself psyched up to shop for furniture. But that won't be happening. I'm going to run out and buy limes then make guacamole. (I have lemons but it's not the same.) I need to clean because my SO's mother is coming to visit in under 3 weeks. It's going to take that long just to tidy. I'm about to need to buy new jeans. I was going to shop for new bras but the dread overwhelms.
Yesterday afternoon I was asked whether I'd actually called the accountant recommended. (And sure, if you rec something it's okay to check back.) Yesterday night I was asked what to do about an emergency dental problem--- that had been going on since lunchtime. Obviously the answer was, "Well there are a dozen dentists in your building at work, you should have called around until you found someone with an opening right away." But that's not helpful. I guess I'm glad that people think I'm so competent that everything will be handled, but I was dead on my feet all week and nothing got done. I've doubled up on anti-allergy meds to try to control the head goo (which makes me exhausted and headachy, but unable to sleep).
I'm very irritable. I might go take my knitting to the park or something. After the 3 more errands today.
However, we'll be honest, you don't want to read it. My problems are trivial enough that venting will take the pressure off. But it gets really annoying that everything that gets posted is bitchy. I'm definitely guilty of that myself.
It's also a weekend, which usually means fewer people are around. That's always seemed ironic because, as an unemployed person, during the week I get brushed off with "I'll have more time on the weekend." They might, but none of the time is for me; they just know they won't be online and won't see an email until they're back at work when they can repeat the same excuse. I've started to take "we'll talk on the weekend" as "I don't really like you and wish you'd stay the fuck away from me."
Of course, hearing that kind of double meaning makes me angry that it's considered polite to lie to people, polite enough that the lying has it's own euphemism which has stolen the meaning from the original word--- we call that kind of lying "tact". Tact, however, wasn't about saying things that are actually untrue, but rather choosing your words so the truth did less harm to other people's feelings.
I'd gotten myself psyched up to shop for furniture. But that won't be happening. I'm going to run out and buy limes then make guacamole. (I have lemons but it's not the same.) I need to clean because my SO's mother is coming to visit in under 3 weeks. It's going to take that long just to tidy. I'm about to need to buy new jeans. I was going to shop for new bras but the dread overwhelms.
Yesterday afternoon I was asked whether I'd actually called the accountant recommended. (And sure, if you rec something it's okay to check back.) Yesterday night I was asked what to do about an emergency dental problem--- that had been going on since lunchtime. Obviously the answer was, "Well there are a dozen dentists in your building at work, you should have called around until you found someone with an opening right away." But that's not helpful. I guess I'm glad that people think I'm so competent that everything will be handled, but I was dead on my feet all week and nothing got done. I've doubled up on anti-allergy meds to try to control the head goo (which makes me exhausted and headachy, but unable to sleep).
I'm very irritable. I might go take my knitting to the park or something. After the 3 more errands today.
