PMS Rant

Let me first say that I feel guilty even posting my petty complaints after seeing all of the horrifying images of the victims of Hurricane Katrina and it's aftermath. But, if I don't get this out of my system, I may not make it through the weekend.

First of all, Doug is a complete and total moron. There, I said it. I feel better. And if he asks me one more time if I am in a "mood", I'm going to have to throw something at him. That being said, yes, I am in a "mood." And I feel bad about it, but I seriously can't control myself. I can be perfectly okay and the second he opens his mouth something in me snaps! Now, I was like that when I got home from work last night and then we watched Dateline and so I was able to control the rest of my rage.

People at work don't help things. I'm not talking about my co-workers (although sometimes they are part of the problem). No, it's the patrons. It's the lady who comes in and can't ask if she can take the week old coupons and ads and has to sneak them out of here in her oversized leather coat. Who wears a leather coat in August??? It's the idiots who live behind us and park in our handicapped spots (next time I'm calling the police). And the guy who comes in every morning, uses the internet and gips us out of paying for his prints. He seriously clicks print then rushes up to the printer to grab his print-outs before we have a chance to pull them and then tries to tell us he only printed 11 copies. 5 of which I pulled. And he was at the printer at least 5 times. Somehow I seriously doubt it. If you can't afford the stupid dime to print then just don't print.

Okay, I'm starting to feel better. Maybe I can keep this under control today. Maybe I won't want to kick Doug when we go to the rehearsal dinner tonight. :-) Send me happy vibes and something salty!