I don't like Thursdays

I never could quite get the hang of Thursdays.

OK. Not original, I know. But seriously. I think Mr. Adams may have been on to something. It seems like my week absolutely hits the pinnacle of shitty on Thursdays. Consistently.

Last night, SLPTG and I had it out. Redux. K. So, yeah, that’s not really new. It’s pretty much the same old argument, a new wrinkle this time, but similar underlying tones. Am I the only one who sees a pattern here? As long as she gets her way, things are good.

Work. Agh. Work stress has reached an all time high. Things between partner and I are great. Which is good. But, that’s where the good-ness stops. Big time computer problems, no help. Problems submitting the necessary forms (sans fax cover sheet for TPS reports).

When I was full time at the big, ugly blue place, I had Tuesdays off. That’s a beautiful day off. People used to say, “doesn’t it feel like two Mondays.” I’d say, “nope. Feels like two Fridays.”

Maybe I need to implement that again, only modify it slightly. I’m fucking dying here.

-Rusty.