Monday, December 05, 2011
I'm F-ing Pissed off at the World
(Although I did go to Mubarakia - my Happy Place - and that worked for a little while until I F-ing saw that Souq Al-Hareem has been F-ing destroyed. F that.)
I can't count the number of times in a day now that I am using the "F" word; and that includes mumbling it to myself (and not just in traffic). I've got Stella doing it too - kind of like when you watch Scarface and you come out sounding just like Al Pachino. I'm her Al this week.
I need to get the F out of here before I F-ing loose my F-ing mind.
Alas, this all started when I was "requested" to use the F-ing fingerprint machine at work. Now, you know (from previous bitching posts that went on for days) how I feel about the F-ing fingerprint F-ing machine and all the F-ing stupid "management" methodology behind it.... I don't think I F-ing need to elaborate. Do I? To say that I believe it is crap is an understatement. Call it an "attitude" if you will. "Ass in a chair" management is not my idea of productivity. If anything, I have been The Anti-productive because of my foul F-ing mood ever since. (But hey, my ass is in the chair where you want it to be, right? That must mean that I am TERRIBLY F-ING PRODUCTIVE, riiiiiiiiiight?)
I don't F-ing want to go out.
I don't F-ing want to see my friends.
I don't F-ing want to go shopping.
I don't F-ing care what I eat for F-ing dinner.
I don't F-ing want to clean up after myself.
No amount of F-ing hooch can change my foul mood.
I DO want to F-ing go back to the States - and yesterday.
17 more F-ing days....