Sleepless in Scotland

I'm in a disgustingly good mood today, for no apparent reason. Well, possibly because I'm wearing my stripey socks. Stripey socks are LOVE! :D Also, waking up to this (thanks, amatia!) is the best way ever to start a day. Ha!

was going to whinge here about a certain annoying supervisor, but I already subjected wibbble to that on the bus yesterday, so whatever. Threatening me with other people getting angry with me is not an effective management technique, is all I'm saying, especially when a) I don't give a shit, and b) said other people quite blatantly don't, either.

[ETA] On the other hand, I'm glad I'll likely be here until the World Cup is over, as they've now installed a Big-Arse Flat Screen TV not just in the canteen, but actually right here on the call floor so we can follow the football. You know, I don't remember this from the Europa Cup two years ago, and Scotland's not even in this one! OTOH, with an international call centre, I suppose it's inevitable that at least some people's national teams will be in the running. In conclusion: Bweeee! [/ETA]

(Okay, I'm wearing a bra, an undershirt, and a t-shirt, and my nipples are still showing throught. WTF? It's not that cold, either, and its not just the pierced one!)

Dear self: "escalatated" is not a word.

[ETA] Also, "slutty" and "affectionate" are not symonyms, not even when referring to drunk!Jayne. [/ETA]

Dear co-worker: If you must sing, couldyou at least stick to one song. So far, you've gone through Under the Bridge, La Vie En Rose, some Eighties kitch I can't remember now, It's a Wonderful, Wonderful Life, and several songs I didn't even recognise. Stop it.

Dear other co-workers bemoaning the lack of decent tea in Austria and Denver: Britishest conversation ever.

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[ETA2] DEAR BELGIANS/DUTCH PEOPLE: HELP! I HAVE FORGOTTEN THE DT RULES! *sobs, clings to native grammar* I DUN WANNA BE DUM!

... I need a nap like whoa![/ETA2]

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Dear annoying people,

Go away or I will find a way to remove what little brain you have with a crochet hook.

Frustratedly,
Melle

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Dear coworker, please stop trying to engage me in conversation. I'm here to do my job, no to be social, and frankly, I'm in a foul mood, what with the election and the fact that my ovaries are trying to strangle my uterus or something. Grar. And for the love of fuck, tone it the fuck down, I'd like to hear the people I'm talking to, dammit!

Um, yeah, PMS + anger + sadness = not a good combination. I wish my period'd start already. Feh.

I'm hideously behind on NaNo, and if I don't catch my snap by Friday I'll never mae up for it. So yeah. Expect some banging my head against a wall soon.

Attempt at distraction: Let's make some plans! First of all, obviously, will be my birthday on 20 December, and I want to celebrate with people. E, John, I know it's a Monday, but would you two want to do something? Dinner (at a restaurant or at my place), out for a drink, whatever? Any other Edinburghers have a suggestion?

I'll be leaving for Belgium in the afternoon of the 21st, and I'll return around noon on the 30th, so Belgians, if you want to meet up, suggest a date. (Place of meeting would obviously be Antwerp.)

And New Year's, of course, will be celebrated over here as well, probably with copious amounts of alcohol. Somebody remind me to make a drunk phone post, yes?

Dear girl in the short skitr who hung out just inside my field of vision during my smoke break: Thank you for brightening my day. :D

( Girly TMI ... )

Stupid hormones. Stupid femininity. Stupid nature. Stupid PMS.

Fucking PMS.

In jollier news, I just got another $7 referral fee from your-site, thanks to whomever you are! (Total femgeeks funds: $91!)

BEcause It's a small and um. Well, the SITH ACADEMY line is right over my breasts. Am highly amused by this.

Are you listening, brats?

(Am talking to my breasts. Clearly, I am insane.)