Thanks for the fish

I’d have a ranch. In fact, I might have an entire wild horse colony. Oh hello! Would you like to join my pity party? Everyone’s invited. There will be no food, no drinks (except for the one I’m drinking right now) and no dancing, but instead you get to listen (read) me complain for potentially hours on end.

I can do nothing right at work. I clearly suck at my job and nobody has any faith in anythign I do (assuming they actually no who I am and what I do, which is terribly unlikely). I’m also mean, a drunk, and have no social skills. Well, at least I’m a well rounded failure… every facet of my life is perfectly with balanced with equal failure. Is this productive?, you ask. No, probably not. So let’s think of a few things that went right today:

There was rum in the liquor cabinet when I got home
There was cheese in the fridge when I got home, bread in the bread box, and a panini maker more than capable of making a perfect grilled cheese
My husband actually sympathized with my plight on the drive home and simply said “yeah, that sucks” rather than trying to explain how I was misinterpreting the whole work scenario
I have a friend who tries (vainly) to make me feel better about same sucky scenario
I got a new phone from Virginmobile.com and they have the Dr. Zhivago theme as a ringtone
I went to the gym and ran for 30 minutes (though not all in a row)
My cats are safe and at home
I’ve already got 5 Christmas cards written
I’ve got most of my “shopping” done
I still feel damn good about submitting my short story to a writing contest
My bed warmer is really really great

See, all is not lost. Ego isn’t everything. And nobody forced me to take a job where I would get it crushed on a daily basis.