So my day hasn’t gone very well, to say the least.

First, I got up early to take my car into the shop (the Malfunctioning Indicator Light is on.. come on, you’re impressed that I knew that). Last week, the Service Manager told me to come in around 7:30AM and they would look at it—guess what, that’s a lie. They were full. Pisser. So now I have to go in tomorrow and leave the vehicle. Not fun

——OK, the air has been let out of my hate balloon just a litte. There was a commercial for a new reality show, “Welcome to the Neighborhood”… I know I’m seriously stressed when I tear up during commercials—particularly reality show ones.——–

But I digress. Back to my crappy day. So everything I wanted to do today was put off to do a multitude of other jobs for the bosses. And I’m cranky about that, because we publish an issue every Tuesday and it’s only half-way done. That makes me seriously cranky.

Then, I uploaded Tiger onto my computer. Well, first, it took an HOUR (did I mention that I use my computer ALL THE TIME, without fail?). So I went to pick up lunch while this was happening, and my very well-meaning coworker (I love you) put in the wrong set up information—our boss’ name, address, etc. Mind you, it takes until I am installing Tiger on her computer before I realize this has happened….

So I call tech support, and the nice, outsourced help from India tries, but fails at being useful. Apparently I can’t set up Tiger again, without losing all of my information. Say it with me now… ARGHHHHHH!!! @#$%^&%^*%^!

Alright, so the day has gone badly so far.. then we don’t leave the office until after 8. OK, that’s fine. I’ll go home, pour myself some vodka and call it a day.

But wait, no, that would be too easy. Outside my apartment there is a note from my landlord.. she wants to talk. I’m not worried, she’s nice and I’ve lived here for two years without any problems. But is my life nice today? NO. My landlord needs me to move out, because her nephew needs a place to stay. She’s really sorry and feels terrible, etc. OK, I say, I understand—I’ll start looking.

I think this is the pertinent time to tell you that I live in an area that’s not exactly cheap and I pay really cheap rent.. I was blessed. Oh, it’s also key to note that my boss pays me crap.

So I come upstairs to my apartment and start looking online for a new place to live. It’s all expensive and “no pets allowed.” Great, I have two cats.. and they’re DEFINITELY coming with me.

So it’s 10PM and the day is over. No more crap can happen. It’s still bloody hot (and now I can’t buy a new air conditioner.. gotta make a security deposit), but I’m home and I’m now sufficiently buzzed.

*Ping* I have a new email. It’s from the boss. The subject is mysteriously blank, but inside, the first line is… “A few critical errors on the website that must be fixed ASAP.”

Have I mentioned that my life SUCKS. And that this was the most TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD day?

OK, just wanted to be clear.

——small update at 10:30… at least I don’t wear a cow suit for work. lol. dooce is great.

To explain that my boss is INSANE. The man sent seven emails this weekend, some of which are more than a page long, talking about the “new” direction our company is going in. Mind you, the company is only a year or so old and he’s already changed our name—twice.

We had a group meeting on Friday (wherein all four principals showed up), and during that meeting he proceeded to change EVERYTHING again. This typically happens at these meetings—hence the reason I dread them like a root canal sans novocaine.

Why? Well, 1) we (my coworker and I work from a separate office, thank god) have to drive over two hours (in bumper-to-bumper traffic) to get there—by nine a.m., 2) our boss makes drastic, sweeping changes (the company name, redoing the website, adding three new websites, etc) every time we go up there, 3) we always have to go to lunch at the same place and it’s been disgusting EVERY time, 4) we don’t get out of there until late, which means we hit traffic going home (we’re talking 10 mph-in-the-breakdown-lane traffic here) and 5) we don’t like the man, so being in the same vicinity with him (while having to listen to him—he likes the sounds of his own voice… blowhard) makes us a) dread the entire day and b) grouchy as all holy hell.

That being said, I now have to respond to his maniacal emails—that are asking if I have started on any of the projects we talked about—on Friday. Yeah right. He doesn’t pay me enough to work on weekends—damn, he doesn’t pay me enough to work during the week.

Fortunately, I went way out of my way this morning and picked myself up a nice Starbucks quad espresso. I will live.