Ugh...they got me!

Yep, let's see how this goes...Blogger wouldn't let me sign in until I "upgraded". And I haven't heard anything good from those who have used it, which is why I didn't switch until I was forced in to it. Wish me luck.

Holy shit! Is it Friday already?!?! That's good because that means I'll see The Thing tonight, but sheez...
Work has really and truly sucked.
I know that I should probably talk about what most of you seemed interested in, but most of you commented on my smoking, but I'm not going to discuss that yet because non and ex smokers are never reasonable about it. I mean, seriously folks, why? Are you the one who is going to croak? Uh, noooo
So why get your panties all in a twist?
Had a loved one die from smoking? I'm sorry for your loss and all...but...I've had loved ones die from heart attacks. Do you see me getting all pissy and rude with overweight people, trying to pass laws, or picketing outside of McDonald's?
I don't smoke in my house, car or in restaraunts and I quit smoking while I was pregnant with both kids so don't give me any crap about second hand smoke either.
And I'm still on that same pack of cigarettes I bought anyway. Just enough to keep me from killing my co-workers or one of my children. And my fat ass has thanked me as well.

Okay, guess I ended up talking about it anyway. It's my blog. Deal with it.

So where was I? Oh yes, work has really and truly sucked. I'm overworked, under paid, and not at all appreciated. And I'm tired of the hypocrisy. I'll get slammed with work while others will piss away time like it was the morning after an all night drinking binge. I had just about had my fill anyway when the asinine schedule was released for my current project, and the deadline was moved up a month. As if a shortened schedule wasn't bad enough, the deadline was moved to a day I had been planning on taking off because The Thing had planned a romantic getaway weekend. Fuck! Remember my surgery at the end of last month? When I had to take 3 days off and was in so much pain that I was popping percocets and still bawling my eyes out anyway? What I didn't tell you was that they had sent a laptop home with me and I spent that time off in bed...working...
And the whole next week, still in pain, standing at my desk with my pants unbuttoned because I was still so swollen and sore, and these guys just kept slamming me with stuff...and being complete fuckheads about it too...until I just couldn't take it anymore.
I wrote an email to the Principal of my company and copied all of the people on my project and told them I'd be taking my day off next month despite the deadline because they could live one fucking day without me...and if they couldn't, they needed to start paying me more.
Things eased up a little after that, but too much time has passed now, I think. They are starting to be fuckheads again.
[pout] I need a hug...