Happy Birthday

to bayberrybush!

Fool

Thanks to the Feudal Mistress I've made myself look like a fool twice already this morning, and I've not even been here in The Pit 30 minutes yet. It was my understanding that we stopped shipping Promo on 15 August, so I promptly told a group at RCA and someone at RLG that the mailings they wanted to do on the 22nd and 29th couldn't happen. Silly me. They had talked to the Feudal Mistress, who informed them that they could go ahead with the mailings here, that we'd be shipping until the 30th.

Fine.

Wouldn't it be helpful if she informed her serfs of such a change in current procedure? Oh, but this way, she looks like the benevolent lifesaver while people like me look like slack-jawed morons who need her guidance like air and water.

I'm pissed off already. It's gonna be a hellacious day.

Computer and Quiz

I'm thinking of getting a new laptop for school, but I have no idea which one I'd need. The lappy I have now will go to Aunt Tudi when I get the new 'puter. She knows nothing about computers, so I need to get her a "computers and the Internet for 61 year old dummies" book. That'll learn her.

Also, I just took this quiz and thought it was hilarious, I guess because I do tend to be a bit of an elitist online.

( cleeck for zee queez )

Okay, I'm off to window shop for laptops.

Rage

I'm just so pissed off right now, I can't form the words needed to express my anger. That's bad. That's when I want to pick up a stick and pop someone on the head with it. I resort to my baser caveman instincts and have a desire to lob stones at passers-by.

Nothing else really has happened to piss me off more than I was when the Feudal Mistress served me in front of my label contacts. Just reading journals and thinking about things has magnified my surliness to the point of no return. I want to scamper naked down the street of Duncan (not streets, mind you...STREET), holding a sign that says something altogether rude and incendiary just so I can get into a brawl with the local yokels. I would fight them naked with my bare hands. Yes.

So, word to your mother, don't piss me off today. I'm a liberal anti-pagan pagan with a mild headache and a major attitude. I'm a disgruntled wage slave with a bone to pick. I'm a Sith without a country. I'm a paranoid fangirl with a poem on my mind. Don't fuck with me.

Open Hate Letter of Dread

Dear Shithead at the Record Label,

When I say I can't use the Excel file you've sent to me and politely request that you alter it so I can use it to help your ungrateful ass, your response should be "right away m'lady! Patience I beg of thee whilst I correct my mistakes!"

not

"This is the way our database sorts into excel.
City State Zip is all in one line.
You have never had a problem with this format before.
This is how we sent you the last labels.
Please advise if these will go out."

This only serves to compel me to take your mailing and stuff it up your chocolate whiz-way until you can taste Bill Gates' techno-shite. Dig?

Now, you can either send me the corrected file or you can die of a rare hemorrhagic fever. Given my current state of mind, I'm rather hoping that you choose the second option as quickly as humanly possible.

Yours in Sithly Vengeance,
Tinhuviel (disgruntled employee since 1987...do you really want to poke the bear now?)

Gumption

I got enough to send B The Bed of Mysteries. I'm not sure whether to be terrified or embarrassed by my presumption. The moment I clicked send, I regretted doing it, but I knew that would happen. Really, I think I'm going to be sick now.

Grass

By the time it stops raining and I am home to cut the grass, it shall be 5 feet tall and evolving into a number of Triffids that shall chase me about as I push my lawnmower. I've seen it in a prophetic vision.

Bug

I took a picture of a gigantic dragonfly-like bug that was zizzing about The Pit on my way out of there this afternoon. I think it's very pretty.

( bug )

8^/

Have you ever felt that you're smack dab in the middle of some simmering LJ drama to which you are not privy?

Yeah, that's how I feel right now. I'm not even sure I have anything to gripe about because I don't know if anything is actually going on. I don't like this feeling, not at all.

I've had one bout with LJ drama during my time here ~ one. One was enough. Not again. I don't even want to be a witness to it, much less actively participate.

Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Or maybe not.

Either way, I'm not having it.

**EDIT**
Okay, I'm putting two and two and 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, and 42 together, and I am not paranoid. Something is definitely going on. If I am forced to choose sides, then so be it. Godammit, I hate drama.

Comedy of Errors

We're eating supper late...like really late. And it's pinto beans. So I've had like 70,000 grams of protein in the past 20 minutes. I needed to salt my beans, though, and spilled some salt. So I picked up a few grains and threw them over my left shoulder because I'm fucking superstitious. I didn't know that Aunt Tudi was right behind me and I threw the salt right into her eyes. She staggered around the kitchen, clutching her eyes and I apologised profusely whilst cackling like an idiot.

And we're all going to have gas tonight. The dogs too, 'cos Aunt Tudi gave them a wee puddle of beans each.

Such is life in this household.