November 9, 1999

I am maintaining my sanity today with Tylenol, coffee, and Pixie Stix. Yes, I still have cramps.

You know, going on the Pill supposedly makes your period "easier", but now I'm having two days of cramps instead of one, and I really don't see how this is an improvement. I suppose the other benefits are worth it, but jeez, I feel like crap today. I didn't even bother putting my contacts in and I had Keith drive me to work.

Just to give you a little taste of how my morning went, as an indication of how the day to follow would go, I started it out by stumbling into the bathroom, brushing my hair back, grabbing for my new scrunchie, and....

...dropping said scrunchie right into the toilet. Which luckily had been freshly cleaned, but still, it was pretty disheartening, seeing my new scrunchie listing to one side and then sinking beneath the surface. A morning sacrifice to the Porcelain God, if you will. Sigh.

That was when I decided to give up and just go to work without contacts in. I figured with that kind of start, I was likely to stab myself in the eye with a fingernail or something.

I would like at this time to discuss my irritation with one of the people I work with. It's not her smell, it's not her behavior, it's not her breath. No, it's worse.

She says "pitcher" instead of "picture". AAAH! I will go crazy because of this woman. See, I have to work in PageMaker a lot, and this woman is the person who I get most of the picture files from. If she comes in here one more time today and asks me if I know how to solve the background problem with the 401k pitchers, or if I know what happened to our full book library pitchers, I believe that I will scream.

She also has this totally annoying habit of giggling every time she has to ask someone (like me) to do something she knows will be disagreeable.

"So, *giggle*, there's this problem with the PageMaker pitcher.. *giggle*"

AAAAAARGH!

What with the scrunchie thing, and the cramps, and the PageMaker pitchers, and the rainy weather, I feel like throwing in the towel and going home. Ah well, only three more hours to go.

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