I'll get over it eventually, but right now I'm moodier than a rapidly-cycling bipolar, menopausal woman wearing a thong and a corset.
One thing that has helped to cheer me up was the perfectly timed arrival of the swedishfrogs christmas card yesterday (I've changed apartments, and the post office is very slow at the whole forwarding thing). Thank you so much, dahling, I needed the boost.
Having to be here allowed me to go to Carol's annual Christmas Eve bash. Fun times, and my Flirtini recipe was a hit. I still want to try adding crushed pineapple. Maybe for the SATC premiere . . .
I'm trying not to be vengeful, but I couldn't resist being 17 minutes late this morning (I was shooting for 20 but caved in the final moments). I keep trying to tell myself that this is the last shit job I'm ever going to have, but it's hard not to be angry when I was forced to play Who's the Most Self-Centered? with my co-workers over this(the favorite game of worthless coworkers everywhere). Marie tried to say something nice this morning, I responded with the empathic grunt I save for callers that are truly pissing me off. I think she got the hint. Basically, I'm here, it happened, I'm trying to be very buddhist about the whole experience, but I don't want empty words from people who have repeatedly proven that they will do whatever they have to to get exactly what they want 100% of the time. I refuse to let them feel comfortable about their decision, either.
Well, I'm going back to bed. I'll try to sleep some of this attitude off.
UPDATE (211p):I'm in a better mood again. A little sleep, plus Carol, Karlee, and Chelsee stopped by to bring me treats, so I'm much sweeter. I brought some old QAF tapes; I think I'll throw one in.