Only having work dissatisfaction, home dissatisfaction, writing dissatisfaction, blog dissatistaction, and lovelife dissatisfaction, I thought I was doing OK.
I now have walking home from work dissatisfaction, perforated eardrum dissatisfaction and not being able to enjoy eating dissatisfaction.
I couldn't finish eating my lunch today, thanks to my swollen jaw.
It's just gone past the time I left work at yesterday. I don't get paid enough to be the last person here almost every single fucking day.
I don't even get sympathy at work 'cause my black eye is barely noticeable.
Also, I had to attend - and field endless questions at - a meeting that lasted an hour and a half, on the busiest day of the payroll fortnight, where everybody else was a visiting payroll admin - on the day I most need them to be back in their branches working on their end of the fucking payroll.
I'm going home to try and find something funny to watch on tv or dvd or whatever. Hopefully nobody decides to stomp my ass this time. Shit man, a five year old girl could beat me up if she wanted to.
WHY WON'T THIS FUCKING PAY PROCESS?!? Oh. That's why. Add "I am a fucking idiot dissatisfaction" to the list.
*sulks*
Posted by pearce at August 16, 2005 6:42 PM