It's Only Tuesday?!
I am just completely spent and out of patience. The office could not be far enough from me. Mid-audit, Irene is driving me mad with her fussing fussing fussing and her staff is following suit ("email: cc! cc! cc! Priority!!!"). gaaaaaah. Fucking fuckwits. And now even thought I am home, the stress is still lingers thick in the air from the argument this weekend. By way of apology The Steven ordered me a printer as the new Mac refuses to speak to the two printers we have. He did this without my consent; I have nowhere to put it and refused to lug the damn thing home on the bus. All I want is for him to say he over-reacted by yelling, not even an "I am sorry". I am tired and need a nap. And a good snog by someone who knows how. Feh. Now for a little video so you may forget my whining: Accidents Almost Happen (the bank robbers are my favorite part) My grand tax plan has worked out well and there is a bit coming back to us and I paid the mailbox bill for another yea