I have been feeling rather depressed lately. Or maybe it's just burnt out.
I hate this fucking job. Really. And that lazy bitch manager of mine can't seem to get off her worthless ass and turn in my review so I can move to another job (she's been sitting on it for 6 months and thwarting my attempts to leave this department). She's probably waiting until she hears something negative about me so she has something to complain about. Worthless bitch.
The house is a total wreck. I finally decided to break down and buy a new TV (since my old one would like have 1/4 a pitcure for an hour until it warmed up). Alas, the new TV did not fit in the cabinet of the old one. So, much cursing, cutting, grunting, sweating and attacking dust bunnies later I pulled out my old stereo cabinet and put the new TV on that (with all of it's "stuff" - DVD player, cable box, surround sound, blah, blah).
The hydra of wires eminating from behind that mess was just astounding. And filthy. And I couldn't figure out how to re-hook it up because the directions were just abysmal.
There was shit everywhere. Oh, God, it was a mess! About 5 hours later I was able to watch "Forensic Files". That was all I wanted to do on Friday. Just sit in front of the TV and do some embroidery. Is that so much to ask???
It wasn't a big request, it wasn't an outrageous request. I just wanted to sit there, watch some lame old horror movies (Carnival of Souls, Werewolf vs Vampire Woman) and do some embroidery. Not like I wanted world peace or an end to poverty (altho that would be nice). No, I just wanted to watch some hokey old movies and embroider.
Alas, my simple desire was too simple, I fear. What should have been easy (pull out old TV, put in new one), turned into an ordeal of epic porportions.
First, it didn't fit. So I pulled out the old cabinet (a labor of Hercules, I can assure you) and tried to fit the new TV in thru the back of the cabinet. I even REMOVED the back of the cabinet and the doors. Nope. Didn't fit. By a lousy 1/4". Shit.
I turned to chocolate. Yes, I was "bad" and I don't give a damn! I hate 4 cupcakes and drank milk RIGHT OUT OF THE CARTON in the middle of the busted ass living room! I was completely disgusted. I knew my simple plan to embroider was foiled.
The sugar gave me the energy to pull out all of the components from the old cabinet, drag it down the hall to the small room and drag the old stereo cabinet out and clean it up. Then I had to load everything into the new cabinet and try and figure out what wire went where on what. I just wanted to cry. NONE of the directions were right. (I forgot to mention I had to go get a new cable box as well).
When I tried hooking the system up according to the directions, I got nothing. The TV said it couldn't get a signal. Really? And here I thought there was one channel that broadcasted nothing but snow 24/7. Silly me!
So I tried looking at the instructions for the cable box and hooked it up that way. Still nothing. Got the surround sound to work.
I finally called Steve and told him to walk me thru it on the phone. He says he's not sure if he can. Yeah, you can. Dad walked me thru hooking up the dishwasher and the ceiling fan without frying myself. I think you can help me with the TV. He did and it worked! Finally, after 5 hours of doing battle, I could watch "Forensic Files". By that time, tho, I was so tired and disgusted all I wanted to do way lay down and sleep. But I had to take a shower before I went to bed because I was just FILTHY from the dust bunnies attack.
Saturday, alas, I didn't get the opportunity to enjoy my movies, either, as the room was still a huge mess and now I had also destroyed the small bedroom. I laid there in bed thinking that I'd never get everything cleaned up and be able to just embroider in peace. So I decided that I would get ONE DAMNED room clean. And I cleaned the bathroom.
So, there's an old TV sitting in the middle of my living room, a giant box in the kitchen that the new TV came in, the sink is full of dishes, both of the bedrooms look like a tornado hit and there is folded laundry laying in the hallway. But the fucking bathroom is clean, dammit!
And I still hate this fucking job. In case anyone forgot. I'm behind in my class, my car's "check engine" light is on (it's bitching it wants a tuneup - WHATEVER!), the weather is fucking cold as all get out, my place is a mess, my skating bag is only the frame (they didn't have the bag, so they just sent the frame - WTF??) and I've eaten more sugar in the last two days than I have in a YEAR. Fuck.
Yes, I realize none of those things is earth shattering and I don't really have anything to bitch about in the grand scheme of things. But really, all I wanted was to watch my old horror movies and embroider. Now I'm depressed and feel like I worked all fucking weekend then have to turn around and come into this hell hole!
Fuck. And tomorrow is my birthday and can I do what I want? Oh, hell no! No skating, no dinner, no cake. Fucking work and doctor. It sucks! Not even any embroidery, either! Maybe I should take tomorrow off. Just for sanity's sake. That sounds like a good idea.
The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 11:55 AM
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