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sigh. [07 Feb 2005|04:46pm]

[ mood | frustrated ]

recently i was promoted to an editorial position, and I've frequently thought that someone needs to create a booklet for new editors here. i think i've swerved into every pothole on the highway to competence that there is so far, and god help me for the road ahead, because the going only gets worse.

i've created a cover that completely wigged out an author and we had to redesign the whole thing. i've recorded my absences incorrectly and had a talking to about it. TWICE, because i managed to do it wrong TWO DIFFERENT WAYS. on my review, the only thing my boss had to say about me, either positively or negatively, was that my reports were late being filed. i used the wrong source for my travel expenses. and this afternoon i got a talking to because i'm paying my reviewers too much money for their help. oh bejeezus. i mean, i've been doing this six months. this is NOT the first check he's had to approve. don't you think SOMEONE could have told me what the going rate was before this? i mean, does it really harm anyone to just post the fucking information somewhere? am i just supposed to intrinsically know this stuff? i feel like an idiot, and i JUST SENT OUT a bunch of requests at the higher prices. FUCK.

i just love feeling like a scolded child at work. LOVE IT. and i mean, it's all procedural stuff. i KNOW how to do my fucking job, and if you want me to PAY a certain amount, or CODE YOUR FUCKING REPORT a certain way, then by all means,let me in on the info beforehand!!

and it didn't help that his toadie assistant was leering over his shoulder the whole time during my talking to. i could feel his lizard eyes gazing upon my discomfort, which just added to the humiliation. i swear he gets grim satisfaction over other people being put in their place.

one of these days i'm just going to lose it. it almost happened today, but when i opened my mouth, i just started sputtering, and couldn't think of how to put what i had to say diplomatically, so ended up saying something lame and neutral, and just got the hell out of there.

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miserablest fuck of all [22 Nov 2004|09:08am]

[ mood | cranky ]

Jesus christ, it's Monday and it's rainy and cold and I'm at work and I'm sleepy and cranky and backachey and I had a dream last night that it was my wedding day again but we were getting married in this huge church with tons of people and after the ceremony was over we left and I came back two hours later to find my husband MARRYING HIS EX GIRLFRIEND and when I ran in and yelled WTF he was all like NO IT'S COOL, IT'S LEGAL and I cried and cried because he seemed to be having so much more fun with her. They were DANCING and GIGGLING and god that makes me want to drink a few shots of DRANO (with a RAID chaser).

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fuck you, the sleep! [23 Apr 2004|05:48am]

[ mood | pissed off ]

so i fell asleep around midnight. i woke up around 3am cos someone shut the outside door real loud so i thought i should go pee - i did not really have to go but i wanted to prevent myself from waking up later in the night and having to go then. ever since i went pee i could not go back to sleep and now it´s almost 6 and i got to be at work by 7.3o and i am tired as hell and i have to work til 4.oo and i will be all alone there with my 100 interviewers and i want to die. ...liz, the bastard had the same not-being-able-to-go-back-to-sleep-problem but she is now SLEEPING again - argh!
also: my tailbone hurts!

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[21 Apr 2004|02:25pm]

Today is my birthday - it's raining, cold, and I'm wearing a dress. I have goosebumps, my legs are FREEZING. Plus, I have cramps.

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a note on shared restrooms... [16 Apr 2004|10:31am]

dear nasty,
thx so much for clogging the toilet with all your shit and enough tp to decorate a large elm and not putting up a sign to warn the unsuspecting. also, light a match or something.
nearly lost her breakfast
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Hope You Choke [08 Mar 2004|04:01pm]

[ mood | Tired like a mofo ]

Do you not fucking hate when you're trying to get shit done on the computer and everyone calls ad makes it sound all important so you sign off the damn computer just so they can rant at you for half an hour and then hang up because they're got chores.FUCK THAT SHIT! DON'T CALL ME UNLESS YOUR FLESH IS MISSING!!!!

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[25 Feb 2004|09:48pm]

[ mood | annoyed ]

It's bad enough that people have the nerve to piss you off & lie to you but then the fuckers try to beg for forgiveness and can't even chill.

I really don't think I'll enjoy myself.

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F U SICKNESS [13 Feb 2004|02:47pm]

[ mood | sick ]

Both of my ears and my sinuses are infected, to the point that when the good doctor looked into my left ear he jumped and went AUGH. Ears do not hurt, but instead feel as though they are packed full of mud and cotton. HOWEVER sinusy shit is causing gunk to drip down my throat making it SORE and giving me a persistent cough and making me blow my nose thirty times a minute. Ear infections are the worst, I CAN HEAR MY NECK BONES CREAKING and nothing else.

Fuck some infections, man. This shit is WHACK.

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[13 Feb 2004|03:24pm]

[ mood | stupid, stupid, stupid! ]

you know how when you do something SO stupid or SO horrifyingly embarassing--something that you don't think you will EVER live down--it becomes impossible to forget it? how it keeps replaying in your mind, over and over, and that, 'if i could only take that back, i would be so grateful...' thought is CONSTANTLY in the back of your head? and how in order to maintain your dignity, you have to pretend that it didn't happen, and just go on with your life, even though you think about it at least a few minutes EVERY SINGLE DAY for weeks, until it's lost it's edge, but still, the mention of anything that even remotely reminds you of the incident is enough to allow a shock of horror to run down your spine?

that feeling sucks.

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[09 Feb 2004|07:26pm]

[ mood | angry ]

Hello there.

Fuck show and tell nazi ass aunts who can't keep a goddamn secret.
Fuck mothers who don't react right thus casuing me to take her for granted and then bitches about it.
Fuck all these whiny ass people who IM.
Fuck all these whiny ass men who beg me to get them a girlfriend.
Fuck people who don't know how to shut up.
I fucking hate you! I don't want you to stalk my ass.Get the fuck out of my hair! FuUCKKkKk!!

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:( [15 Jan 2004|12:57pm]

[ mood | sad ]

I really miss Liz right now.

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[02 Dec 2003|01:57am]

You're a fucking reject. Life hates you and so do
I. Even your oversexed dog won't hump your
leg. You give dorks someone to make fun of.
You have fake conversersations on your cell

Do you have a life?
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mmm cat spit [14 Nov 2003|09:09pm]

[ mood | disgusted ]

so i was asleep for all of 30 minutes when BAM, i'm wide awake and very hungry. so i go to the kitchen, see a bowl in the sink that i just put chips in the other day (dirty, but not really). so i pull it out, put some chips in it, eat the chips, then realize after i ate chips the other day i let my cats lick the bowl.


i blame nyquil for erasing that pertainent bit of info about the bowl in the sink.

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I'm a damn faggot [10 Nov 2003|08:15pm]

Hi everybody, I'm a lame ass who made another livejournal because I couldn't except the fact of letting people know my inner me.


but it's okay, I know I am miserable ass fucker who likes rejection, and rejecting those around me
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cross-posted for her pleasure [03 Nov 2003|10:38am]

Today was my first day of work. I lasted all of 45 minutes. When I got there I discovered that the little man that hired me wasn't in today. Also, he neglected to tell the mananger on duty that I DON'T FUCKING SPEAK GERMAN. The lady was fucking yelling at me... yes, please yell at me, that will help me understand you. I kept telling her that I should leave, and that Mr. Benson should just call me or something. BUT SHE DIDN'T UNDERSTAND ME BECAUSE I DON'T SPEAK GERMAN. She finally went into the office and called Mr. Benson. When she came back she was real nice and stuff, but we still couldn't understand each other.
She took me to the locker room and gave me a shirt and a hat. The hat wa like a baby hat, man. It did not fit on my mellon. So that was good. The shirt was a medium. A MEDIUM?!?! Lady, if you didn't notice, I have a slight weight problem and OH I HATE. Did I mention that the shirt and hat were both dirty. Those bad boys were freshly worn, kids - and they stank.
She showed me around.. she would point to things and talk at me and I just blankly stared at her because I DON'T SPEAK GERMAN. Then she had some chick show me around... but, you know.. since I DON'T SPEAK GERMAN not a lot happened. I finally found someone who spoke English and I told him that I was leaving and he needed to tell his boss. She couldn't understand why I was leaving. Are you high, lady? I DON'T SPEAK GERMAN! I CANNOT UNDERSTAND A FUCKING WORD YOU ARE SAYING TO ME!!!

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oh I hate the neighbours... [31 Oct 2003|05:24pm]

[ mood | pissed off ]

so there is that thing going on the last couple of days where "someone" of our house is hiding our welcome matress and the umbrella somewhere in the building, which is both in front of our door, right. So yesterday, when I came home from work I was all like "oh Liz is so cute, she made me dinner and all and even put her shoes away in the drawers" and all, to find out this morning that she didn´t. She left them in front of the door cos they were wet and we found them again in a little paper box that constantly stands in the hallway here.
So we leave to go shopping and all and are gone for a couple of hours, all nice. So when we walked home from the subway Liz and I both took a guess where we would find our stuff again this time (Liz´s guess: it´s all where it was, my guess: the matress outside the building, the umbrella somewhere on the stairs). When we came in here we found out we were both wrong cos now it´s all gone, not anywhere in the halls, not outside, not in the trash...gone.
I hate that some people are not civilized and do crap like that. I really want to call the lady that we think does it in the middle of the night...or or or put cat shit in her baby stroller that is right outside of our apartment. I will think about that! That´s gonna be my halloween trick then, I guess.

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that song [25 Oct 2003|09:28pm]

[ mood | MURDEROUS ]

You know that song, something about how "my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard" or some shit?


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a legitimate complaint [17 Oct 2003|05:00pm]

i hate whiny teenage ninnies who think that trashing people because of their religious choices is somehow hip and edgy if said religious choice was FOR JESUS while at the same time getting wadded-up panties at the thought of THE WAR killing INNOCENT MUSLIMS *shed single tear* or REDNECK RACISTS (so evil!) talking shit about dot heads and the jewish media conspiracy


and at the same time being too goddamn limp dicked to take completely reasonable criticism of their immature baby pants attitudes.

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Did that fucking queermo disable comments [16 Oct 2003|07:51pm]

on his HURRF BLURRF XTIANS=SHEEPLE LOLOL post? 'Cause, dude if you did, gay. And not a cool gay like Freddy Mercury either.
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