crabby

I'm crabby today. And I'm not exactly sure why... well I am sure why but as of yet, I can't post anything about it. Soon though. But here are the random reasons that I'm extra crabby, and though this is bound to be boring, it's going to make me feel better.

There's no water in the water jug. For more reasons than I can count, I refuse to drink the water from the taps in this building, because I'm sure they're laced with arsenic and lead. And I don't like arsenic and lead flavored water, so the water machine being out of service really bothers me. I need water. I guess I'm going to go downstairs and buy an earth-killing plastic water bottle full of water, likely from a different tap somewhere else, but at least it's not these taps.

People are huge geeks around here. Their nerdiness is gross and frustrating, because they all think they're really cool. I guess it's expected in a computer programming environment for people to talk about computer games and XBOX shit like it's real life, but to me it's just SO infuriating how removed from the real world they are, and how isolated I feel. I feel like I'm an old person for reading the New York Times instead of www.thinkgeek.com for the newest dumb toy to buy. And I must be a big fat momma for talking about my kid instead of the newest Final Fantasy or Grand Theft Auto game. Or a lazy old wife for not wanting to play softball with a bunch of fake shitty assholes.

I don't want to participate in the food thing today. I initiated it by asking Scott if he was going to do it again, and I guess he is going to because he's buying Pizza House pizza today. Pizza House is some snooty Ann Arbor restaurant - and I know it's snooty because Casey has a big thing for an item on their menu and that is a sure sign of snootyness. I guess it's good pizza, but I can't taste anything anyway. And I hate it how people get their little picks in, just for going into Scott's office and schmoozing with him. I guess I could have, and I'm just mad that I didn't do it early enough. Because maybe they have soup at Pizza House. I want soup.

I'm mad that Craig's working tonight. I'm mad that soccer starts tomorrow and I feel like shit and I have to take Connor to it and Craig's just going to sleep in all fucking morning.

I'm annoyed that Mike keeps on putting little comments in his status message about his canceled marriage - like I give a shit that it all fell apart!  I wouldn't marry that creep either!  And I sure as hell don't want to read about every little aspect of his life; that his wedding was called off, that his house is going to be foreclosed, that he's moving in a day, that he got drunk over the weekend... please!  Spare us the news!  WE DON'T CARE!!!