So I lied.  I'm back.  Things happen.  I'm sure you'll get over it.

Tomorrow we are getting Pan's Labyrinth and the Fountain.  So we'll be celebrating our 15th anniversary by watching movies.  Yay us.

Here's a cat macro that I should think about next time I get the urge to blog after a couple of drinks.  



Aaaand I think that's random enough.  I had a shitty weekend because I kept getting called by those idiots at work.  Had to go in and wrestle with a damn printer on Sunday.  Of course it was Sunday and it had to be a printer.  I emailed everybody in the dept. about the problems I ran into and the @#%&ing boss lady said she laughed so hard she couldn't talk.  But at least she did agree that we needed to address some of the issues I brought up.  That's something, I guess.  IF she really does anything about them.

Boy, there's nothing like dealing with somebody else's mood to knock you right out of a bad mood.  I was such a bitch yesterday afternoon but shortly after starting to tinker with hubby's NEW work computer, he out bitched me. 

I can't blame him, after the day he'd had anybody would be a little psycho.  Car wouldn't start when he tried to go to work.  Then I go to do a little simple maintenance on his PC and all of a sudden it won't boot into Windows.  And it had already been randomly powering off.  I think he's got a lemon on his hands.   

Why was I a bitch?  Well, why not?  This particular instance was because I let something the boss did rub me the wrong way.  I shouldn't.  Really, it's not like it was something she hasn't done a couple dozen times before.  And I'm sure she'll do it a few dozen more.  But, don't tell me to just handle it and then send back the memo I write, worded almost exactly the same way, just a few tiny changes and different spacing.  That's not letting me handle it!!!  

She is very notorious for doing this kind of crap though.  She can't just give us the big picture-say, this is what needs to happen, here is your time-line and resources...take care of it.  Oh no.  She has to be involved in the planning stages and begin to implement it, right up until she just does not have time to fool with it one more day for the huge bonfire she has to go deal with RIGHT NOW.  THEN she dumps it in your lap with a couple of folders and vendor contacts and about a 30 minute briefing.  Never enough information to understand what's going on or even exactly what you are supposed to be doing.  Kinda like rowing out to the middle of a lake and tossing your kid in to teach him how to swim.  That's how it feels anyway.

Ok.  Done ranting.

Back to my mood swings; the funny thing about me being moody (if there is any amusement to be found in it, you know I'll find it) right now is, I just started back taking my Elavil.  I take it for Fibromyalgia, but it IS an antidepressant so in theory at least it should help even out some of the moods.  I guess I just haven't taken it enough yet.  Of course, I also started back taking my dyazide because my feet have stayed swelled up like a couple of boats for weeks now.  And when I checked my bp Monday, it was the highest I've seen it in years.  Admittedly, that was the first day I had taken the drug again.  But don't bother me with facts here!

Work?  Well, if I have to.  Maybe for a few minutes.