As I sit here listenning to my nipples freezing up and cracking, I have to wonder: who the fuck authorized all this cold weather? I didn’t vet this. Clerk!!<\/p>\n
Of course, it doesn’t help me any that Ratboy is of the firm belief that his comfort is paramount to everyone else’s. Since he runs warmer than the rest of us, this is a problem – I’ve caught him twice this week with a fan in his window letting out all my expensive heat. His response? “Well, turn the thermostat down to 60 so I’m comfortable.”<\/p>\n
Can’t. Strangle. Children.<\/p>\n
I spent the first 18 years of my life in homes with wood heat, which means that it was always cold in the mornings. To hell with that – I will keep my house to a temperature where it is not unreasonable to walk around the house barefoot.<\/p>\n
In other news, tommorow night is the annual Trans-Siberian Orchestra show, and I am again looking forward to it. Yeah, it will probably be the same show as the last two years – so what? How many people see the Nutcracker every year? I can’t stand ballet (unless it’s my daughter.)<\/p>\n
Yup, outta steam again…
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\nBecause I have been working my ass off around really screwy schedules and not getting any kind of acknowledgement from my boss. I don’t think he’s ever going to get the business where he wants it to be because he continues to think like a small business owner and not a corporate executive.<\/p>\n
He’s been taking jobs lately that have us working weekends, but instead of being nice and throwing us some overtime, he gives us days off in the mid-week to compensate. Nor is he charging a premium for the weekend shifts, or paying for all of the travel time we incur. Meanwhile, I’m sitting here wondering how I’m going to juggle the finances so I can get my kids something for Christmas.<\/p>\n
(Insert sound of me roaring in frustration here.)
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