I think my calendar's wrong

[draconis]

because I'm pretty sure this has got to be a Monday.


First, I forgot my book this morning, so I have nothing to read at lunch.

Second, I get to work and get handed another large, urgent, and stupid assignment, due by COB today.

Third, I've been clashing with the QA department over what we are and are not supposed to do.

Fourth, a good friend of mine told me that their father had to get rushed to the ER this morning. Not a heart attack, but a fair amount of aortal fibrillation (sp?), and they're putting him on blood thinners and discharging him. Oh, and even though he wasn't showing any symptoms, they did a CAT scan to see if he'd had a stroke. Why? "Precautionary." Doctor's diagnosis? "Old age."

And in general, I'm just feeling in a pissy mood.

Sorry...



We now return you to your regularly scheduled Wednesday.

Speaking of which... why do they refer to Wednesday as "Hump Day" when most people only get laid on the weekends? ::s:: (courtesy of George Carlin)

Comments

Re: Hump Day

[jcbdragon.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, I very rarely have that problem... and when I do, I can usually "out-alpha" the dog, and he'll stop.

And if not, a quick rap on the nose and a sharp, "NO!" takes care of it. ::S::

But then, *dogs* understand about not pissing off a "bigger dog"... and the difference between being able to nip at someone's ankles, and being able to rip out their throat.

Me? Bloodthirsty?

Naaaaah...

Re: Hump Day

[unmisha.livejournal.com]

I'm just sayin' Wednesday is like that - and unfortunately you can't out-alpha a day. Although hiding and playing sick sometimes works.