God, this week has been impossible.

Work has been a nightmare, everything all going to crisis all at once, and impossible things happening and all of these phone calls and it's like we're in a siege.

Soon we'll be chopping up the furniture for heat and drawing lots over who gets to be dinner. I vote for the new girl, she'd make tasty supper, as well as the fact that she's the one who bloody well took last week's check run and buggered it up, stapling it all wrong so that I had to redo it all, because I cannot bear the check run being stapled wrong. It causes me physical pain.

The other horrible thing wasn't her fault at all, it was the fault of the stupid system, where we did a run of 220 checks, and halfway through, for no good reason, it decided to skip numbers, which means that over 100 checks did we have to void out, one by one, and then regenerate, one by one, then kill ourselves, one by fucking one.

Or kill the engineers who created this motherfucking useless upgrade.

Yesterday I got the good seat in the van going home.

And what is the good seat, you ask? Well, it's the seat right up front by the driver, in some of the vans, that you can only get if you are first or one of the first in the queue. I was about the sixth or seventh person back this time, so I really didn't have a hope to get it but none of them wanted it, or knew it was available, and I did get it!

I settled down very happily in the good seat, my good seat. "Ha!" I thought, "I have the good seat! I am the queen of the van!" until we started to drive, and all of this water came pouring down all over my leg. Not a little bit of water, either, it was as if someone was hiding above my head with a glass of water and just decided to upend it over me.

The driver apologizes and gave me an old rag to dry myself off with, but every time we would make a turn or go in another direction, the water would come down, and always from a different spot, so I never knew which was to duck. I think the other passengers found it somewhat hilarious that I kept shrieking and bouncing from one end of the seat to the other, spreading out the printed out journal that I am currently reading ( SecraTerri, great stuff, and she's getting married, so it's quite a thrilling read, if you like that sort of thing, which I do) and letting it get soaked rather than me.

I was punished for getting the good seat. Either that, or I was given the lesson that the good seat is worth having, but there is a price. You know, either that or the air conditioner was leaking.

Today's horoscope:
Take a good look at your diet and exercise routine. A few small changes now could bring large rewards in the future.

One year ago today:
Fran said "I want you to be a polite little girl, so I can't back down," and I said "It wouldn't matter if you did, 'cause it's my pie!"

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