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OK. That was about as nice and upbeat as this post is going to be, so you can leave now if you want.

Today I am full of rage and anger and fustration in a way I can’t even describe. I am scheduled to have surgery on the 15th, and this morning I woke up with the beginning of a cold. If I get sick, I have to postpone the surgery - the pain in my ass, EXPENSIVE surgery that has been looming over my head for fucking MONTHS. All because a stupid whore that I work with has a new husband at home with a raging cold, and she’s been blowing her nose all morning. Mostly I am so pissed because she goes completely fucking batshit crazy if someone comes into the office with any kind of sick germs. She runs around the entire office with Clorox wipes wiping down every surface, all the while cursing under her breath about “sick people staying home” and spreading their germs THERE, rather than at work. I won’t even tell you the hysteria she went into when someone dared to sneeze the week before her wedding. So for her to come to work, knowing she’s getting sick and that her moron of a husband is sick pisses me off.

I have to plan my whole stupid life around this surgery (as well as my co-workers who have to cover for me, my parents, and Kay, who are helping me after), and to have to wait longer is agonizing. The surgery schedule is packed, and I probably wouldn’t get on the calendar for at least three or four months. I am just not willing to continue with this shit any longer than I have to, and to think I might have to kills me.

I know it doesn’t sound nice, but I hate her.

She is the devil. I’ll give you more proof. She’s been going to a chiropractor for months about her foot, or leg, or knee, or whatever (all I know is she can’t wear her high-heels anymore, and I have to hear her horse-stomp all over the office). The chiropractor happens to be an old, CLOSE friend of her husband’s family. She got a phone call the other day from the new husband that the chiropractor was riding his motorcycle to work, and was hit by a car, and in an induced coma because he had bleeding and swelling in his brain. Her response to this? “Why didn’t I go to the chiropractor BEFORE my honeymoon?! Now my foot will never stop hurting!”

There’s a special place in hell saved for her. Move over, Hitler. You’ve got company coming.

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Does anyone else have problems leaving comments over at diaryland? I’ve tried leaving comments (non-haloscan comments), and it takes so long that it times out every single time. I don’t know if it’s that shitty site or my dodgy internet connection.

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I can’t end this post with that, so I’ll end it with something funny.

I knitted a cat bed for Ike, and he is WAY too big for it. But I put catnip in it to get him to lay in it, and it was wildly entertaining.

Poor big kitty.