Anger Burger

Dude, I’m exhausted.

I forget that being tired is a part of having Crohn’s disease and instead fret over how it is that an essentially easy-ass part-time job makes me need entire days of lying around doing nothing – which is not an option, of course, because every day I spend at work is a day the kitchen floor conspires to get TOTALLY FUCKING FILTHY.  Seriously, I don’t fling food around and Mike doesn’t even cook, how does it get like that?

To top it off, I’m mediating a fight my camera and my Photoshop are having right now, so sit tight while I figure shit out.  Also?  Super grumpus today.

• We have an on-going issue with our landlord over the niggling issue of whenever someone starts a load of laundry in the laundry room, our hot water is no longer hot.  In other words, if I am taking a shower LIKE TODAY and someone starts a load at the exact same time then I RUN OUT OF FUCKING HOT WATER WITH ALMOST NO WARNING.  The handy-man, Ivan, insists that our hot water tank isn’t hooked up to the communal washer and thus does not understand why this is happening to us.  Everyone is baffled and yet, only I get to jump out of a cold shower with my legs half-shaved.

• Oh, camera and Photoshop squabble solved?  Turns out I don’t understand how RAW works.  Rad.

• I have to go to my credit union, aka The Shittiest Credit Union Ever.  We have a joint savings account which we don’t need because we actually needed a checking account but they wouldn’t give us one because their credit search for Mike glitched and failed to turn up anything (seriously, his credit result just printed out as “N/A”) and they have a policy to NOT do a second search.  What?  But we needed a joint anything tout de suite for some legal garbage and now?  Even after having a savings account?  They wouldn’t let Mike deposit HIS OWN PAYCHECK because they had to CONFIRM HE REALLY WORKED THERE.  IT IS A MOTHERFUCKING CHECK, YOU ASSHOLES.  I’m too lazy to switch to another credit union that isn’t within walking distance.

• Grump!

• My pepper grinder broke!  What a douche!  I go through about a pepper grinder a year because I refuse to pay $80 for the Porche one or whatever, but this is getting ridiculous.  And I really liked that one, too, it was heavy.  Which is how I judge quality.

• I have a headache and I took Excedrin before remembering I still have Darvocet and now I have to wait a few hours for my stupid liver and/or kidneys to process the Excedrin.  Bodies are lame!

I’m going to go for a walk and think about all the things I should have done today.