Short-Timer's Disease

I've gone past Give-A-Fuck and moved on to Bite-Me at work. It's rather amusing. I told the flying monkey off the other day. She said "I'm sad that you're leaving" and I said "No you're not." Don't f'ing lie to me you bitch. ARGH.

Then after Broomhilda left a meeting I was in this a.m. I said, out loud, "Maybe we should try putting her in water and see if she floats..." There were a couple of good laughs and some shocked giggles. It was rather satisfying.

In Other News

I am SICK of the oil companies making money off of the misery of others. How can the price of the gas that is already in the fuel tanks at the gas station increase by 20 cents per gallon during the course of a day? That fucking sucks. I'm sorry..there's got to be SOMETHING we can do.

At least in my new job I will be carpooling w/ J some of the time. That should cut expenses...a bit. ::sigh:: At this rate, I won't be able to afford to go to work. I won't be able to afford to go out anywhere...which will in turn cut down my gas usage...and then I will just get stuck living in the house. Although, I've thought of just moving back to Shadyside and bussing or hoofing it everywhere.

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