Day 249 - ARGH! Self Centered Much?

Today is Labour Day, a stat holiday for people who are gainfully employed. Since I'm set up as a subcontract worker, I don't usually get to enjoy these built in days off because if I don't work, I don't get paid. But in the last year or so, I've decided I don't give a damn and I've either been working them and then taking a day off at some other time or not working them at all.

Today I went in as I wanted to finish tidying up a client's year end in preparation for going over it with the client. Since I'm coming off a crappy weekend where my cold decided to take over my lungs as well as my sinuses, I decided I'd work four hours and then come home again. When I got to work, my boss asked me how I was and I told her and I quote, "I'm sick. I'm not staying all day." I then spent the next five hours hacking my lungs up and blowing my nose every five minutes.

When I got up to go at 3:30pm, an hour later than I had intended because I was waiting on her, she said, Oh! Are you going home already???? Are you not feeling well???" It was on the tip of my tongue to snap, I feel just great! That's why I've been coughing and sneezing all day! However, what I actually said was, no. I'll see you tomorrow and I left.

It was either that or strangle her with the mouse cord.

>_<

Day 249 - Why I Hate The Cold Weather

I hate the cold weather for two reasons.

1. It's cold. Shocking I know.

2. Spiders take it as a sign to come indoors.

When I came home, I surprised a spider in the bathroom. He ran under the the heat thing and wouldn't come out. So I thought, right! And I turned up the thermostat full blast. Two minutes later, he ran out and I squashed him flat with my squasher.

Last night, I went to pee and there was one on the wall. Of course, I wasn't wearing my glasses so it just looked like a blob but since I don't usually have blobs on my walls, I was pretty sure it was a spider and I hit it with the squasher and then went and got my glasses after I finished peeing. Sure enough, it was a spider.

And then a couple of days ago, one ran out from behind the toilet. So that's the third spider I've murdered in the bathroom this week. I expect I shall be soon haunted by tiny spider ghosts rattling chains or something.

Actually, I lie. That's the fourth. I washed a teeny tiny spider down the drain of the sink. I know. I know. I'm heartless. I did actually feel kinda bad about that one. I almost said a little prayer afterward. I don't seem to mind tiny spiders as much.