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10 April 2007 @ 07:49 pm

Horrible night at work yesterday. Started out irritating, soon became aggravating, before long was exasperating and infuriating, and by dawn was as frustrating as the night had been long. Then it got worse before I was finally able to leave for home. I tell you, I was sore vexed.

I'm thinking I should find a new job. One involving less odious material; one where I'd get more respect. Perhaps I could become a garbage man—that would fill the bill.


Current Mood: grumpygrumpy
Matthew B. Tepper: Prosit!asimovberlioz on April 11th, 2007 02:10 am (UTC)
Well, Fred, for what it's worth, I respect you. (And that's not a joke.)
Crystal Cleartalyen on April 11th, 2007 02:39 am (UTC)
I hope writing up such a wonderful grump takes the edge off, because your way with word sure gives me a smile.

Here, have it back from me: (:
Traceytanac on April 11th, 2007 08:53 am (UTC)
Yeah. It's been one of those days.
songs in the key of me: Paine (Arms Folded)chorus on April 11th, 2007 10:03 am (UTC)
But on the bright side, it gave you the perfect excuse to use the phrase "I was sore vexed", which you have to admit is a cool phrase that doesn't get enough usage.

Though, obviously, if you're irritated with your job, looking for a new one is a good idea, and I support that concept fully.
aszanoni on April 11th, 2007 10:27 am (UTC)
-hugs- -empathy-

You deserve a really nifty day job because you're a really nifty person. Not like I'm biased or anything.

Also, one that supports you having musical interludes like cons.

I'm all about prodding the Universe. I'd use a sharp stick if I could find one long enough.

-more hugs-

- Chica
Stephen Leighsleigh on April 11th, 2007 11:25 am (UTC)

...but at least it gave you an excuse to say "sore vexed" You know you've wanted to. :-)
paravatiparavati on April 11th, 2007 04:34 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry! I wish there was something I could do to make it better for you. You've been so sweet to me in my journal lately. :)