There's A Release Button For That...

Well, that last blog was a crapshoot... I got too drunk and didn't get around to actually writing anything. Probably a good thing. I've refrained from writing lately because my room mate took offence to one of my posts. Drunken rants are never good, I guess.

Of course, when I pull this up, I get switched to a busy queue, meaning more work and I have to keep what I'm writing in a separate part of my mind than the working part, otherwise I'll do something like that kid did, and tell someone they need to change the cheeseburger in their mouse. True story. He was looking at pictures of cheeseburgers online and the customer had their wireless mouse not working. He said she had to change the cheeseburgers in her remote to make it work. I haven't done that... at least not yet.

I'm trying to adopt a new ferret from the humane society. I've pretty much resigned myself that I'm going to get denied, mostly because my puppy isn't fixed yet and I already have two ferrets. I suppose I resigned myself to this fact because it's easier to expect nothing and get something than to expect something and get nothing. But, either way, I'm going to feel like crap when they tell me I am an unfit pet owner.

Woo, hour til hometime. Not going to come soon enough though. All I want is my puppy and my bed, and maybe a good movie. And now I'm in the even busier queue. I'm going to go hang myself...

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Did not successfully hang myself. Too bad. Did have a smoke and feel a bit better about things. Kinda, but not really anyway. I hate being in a queue that's constantly queuing. And this one is. Midnights used to be awesome... now if you work past midnight they punish you by putting you in a queue with very angry people. And if you work past 2am, they punish you even more, closing out the only two good queues and only keeping the angry queues open.

People wonder why I hate my job. It's stressful and I spend most of my time being yelled at. It sucks. I feel like crap when I go home, and I've honestly never been more depressed than I've been lately.