Thursday, November 26, 2009


As the Flying Spaghetti Monster is my witness, I'll never be cold again!

Dear reader, I have had a bitch of a week.

Boy and I got our flu shots on Monday, and Tuesday I felt awful. The lady on the help line said, essentially, "there there, dear, just drink lots of fluids and take it easy."

As bloody if. The only fluid I wanted by then was gin, and I don't think that's what she had in mind.

I called the furnace repair dude on Wednesday morning, when the furnace refused to miraculously heal itself and was blowing out cold air for hours on end. (I've come to the realization that I'm in the wrong business - furnace repair dudes charge $84 an hour, which is (ahem) quite a bit more than I make. Also I don't get overtime.) One new part later, it is once again warm in my house! (I know, 18 isn't that warm, but I just got home and had to take the picture before I realized how silly it is to take a picture of your thermostat to put on your blog. I have some postmodern angst.)

And to top it all off, I am having one of those weeks, when I'm behind on everything, struggling to keep up, and feeling like I'm really very bad at my job and should be sent back to wherever it is I came from.

On the plus side, though, there are 16 more working days until the Christmas break.

Do you think if I told him I was, after all, doing my very best, Santa would bring me one of these?

Maybe next year.

1 comment:

Mrs. Spit said...

Yes, we all went into the wrong business. We all should have been plumbers!