Heh. Dan is talking to some person on the phone about someone's "weight problem". Heh. Irony.
posted by Sadie at 3:59 PM

You know how you get so angry, things blur and you have to pull your fingers into your palm to keep from striking dan but then that hurts cause your palms are all cut up from doing this yesterday and the other day? No, well that's probably because you don't work in hell with Satan himself. That's right. Satan. Dan has moved from mild demon beastie to the good ol lord of fucking darkness himself.

And today I saw flecks of anger blowing out of my eye sockets. It was painful and violent. It would be such a good thing to cut his head off. I mean, would anyone mind? They would probably even throw the case out of court.

I have a simple job to do. I get article for people. If we have the articles here - I copy them. If we don't - I interlibrary loan them. I do this day in and day out. Dan does searches and orders books. When I get a search request - I hand it over to dan, or rather, put in his box to avoid conversation. Today someone gives Dan article for me to find. What does he do? Stand there, at my desk with my job in his hand looking through them and saying things like "oh we have this journal" or "this one's a book" Hey, Dan don't you think by now I know all the names of our forty journal titles? Don't you think I know what the difference between a book and a journal is??? Don't you realize how pathetic your wobbly little life is that you have to rifel through someone else work for a good time!!!!

I hate to be repetitive but a knife in the gullet would be so satisfying.


posted by Sadie at 2:34 PM

Well, this is just wonderful. New parking permits. So we can be regulated even more than we already are. My parking permit is the color blue. So I look at the map which is all covered in the boring colors people use to code things - the green, the red, the purple. But there isn't any blue. I look again. The green. Yup. The red. Ok. The purple. Hey, orange! Didn't notice that before maybe it's cause it's close to the hospital and lord knows I wasn't looking there to park. Then I notice at the bottom of the map:

For blue parking - see reverse.

What?!? My parking isn't even on the original map!! Where the hell do I park - Mustang? Flipping it over I find that I don't park in mustang but 39th and Tulsa which might was well be Mustang for all the parking I'm going to do there. And to make things worse Dan is standing over me laughing like a girl. (Why does he do that? I swear I don't think I know a single woman who can laugh that high). I have to curl my nails back into my palm to keep from ripping his cheek open. Laugh out of that hole Dan you twat.

The good news about the parking is that I thought ahead - when we filled out our applications for the permits I told them I had a red 1995 Taurus. Four door. Very nice. Way to think Sades. Thank you. I'll be damned if I park anywhere I can't easily flee to.
posted by Sadie at 9:48 AM

This guy.


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posted by Sadie at 1:51 PM

Reasons why I became irate at lunch:

1) First they take away the sandwich bar and then, today, they change the premade croissont sandwiches from turkey to roast beef. The nastiest beef on the face of the earth. Why did they do this? Ham - I would understand but roast beef? I stood at the cooler for a good five minutes waiting to see if anyone picked roast beef. Guess what? No one did.

2) Some bitch and her mother held me up getting down the stairs because the mother didn't want to wait for the elevator. Oh, did I mention the mother was in a fucking wheel chair? Surprisingly, this is not the first time this has happened to me.

3) I saw Doogie! But then I realized it was just a regular kid and not my Doogie at all.

4) After lunch, some guy comes in wanting to know where some building is. I don't even want to know where my own building is so screw everyone elses. I tell him this but nicer when, oh look I've been talking to someone for more than five seconds - cue Dan to come out and start babbling. He tries to tell the guy where to go. The guy is confused because Dan isn't making any sense. Dan thinks it must not be his speech impediment but the guy's hearing so he repeats it louder. The louder he gets the more I can hear the snot monster that up and died in the back of his throat.

5) I puke my lunch up. Ok not really but I wanted too.
posted by Sadie at 1:03 PM