staring in disbelief out at the gloom I was forced with remorse to learn the bassoon

What a fucking day. OK, I'm going to preface some serious kvetching about my job by saying that I had an awesome weekend, and that for this many thanks are due to Jon S. That being said, the New Year at work began terribly. Today at work I irreparably tore a nice black sweater I got for Christmas. I also tore one of my only three pairs of work pants (my favorite pair.) I also cut my left shin all to shit somehow, on my handtruck I guess. But all of that pales in comparison to the brain-blistering incompetence exhibited by the people running my office today.

You see, I was tired and cranky before my day even got started today. I spent Sunday out in Vernon at syganzychick's place, initially watching M.S. Nadesico, then playing three rounds of Cranium, and finally rounding out the night with a debate of the finer points of Moulin Rouge and the fantastic set of pipes on Ewan Macgregor. As a result of all this merriment, the conclusion of a weekend rife with such, I didn't get to bed until about 1:30. And then, due in part I think to my dread of the approaching work week, I suceeded in getting probably three hours of sleep altogether.

So I woke up this morning feeling like I had a hangover, tired and irritable. And the only thing that changed over the course of my day was that the hungover feeling slowly drained away to be placed with homicidal rage. I was, I swear to god, talking to myself (ranting to myself, more like) in the near-empty halls of New Britain General Hospital by the end of the day. The rant in question was brought on by one of several instances of infuriating idiocy on the part of Other People... specifically being told that I couldn't use the nearest elevator to get to the exit because it wouldn't stop on that floor "because of the babies" (i.e. the maternity ward.) I swear people have no idea how much I yearn to be a violent sociopath.

A better update will follow at another time.