Cranky Kid Joe
I really need to get this off my chest, but I’m in a very cantankerous state now.
I came to the office ready to tackle on projects du jour. I was, at the very least, mentally prepared to do a great job, and I expected to be busy and productive the entire day. However, the most unwelcome of all office debacles happened: the internet connection was as smooth as an epileptic dancing the chacha. Because my job and especially my project were practically crippled without an internet connection, I was practically frozen stiff at my own workstation. Of course, this is the one day when I didn’t bring the books or handheld videogames that were supposed to keep me busy in case I had some idle time. Now I’m stuck with being idle, savoring the pungent tastes of stagnation, minute per minute. And, oh yeah, my cellphone is also running low on battery, and I’m kind of not in the mood to listen to my iPod (it’s morning after all, and I’d rather listen to music at nighttime). Grrreat.
I had utilized the cellphone for a few minutes before it decided to, you know, become even weaker (yeesh!). Bastard whiny needy midget who can’t save its life without a charger plugged on its butt, this phone freakin’ cried on me whenever I sent a message! What’s with the over-proliferation of emo anyway that even my gadgets decided to evoke this just when they have started to become anthropomorphic? But anyway, I sent a few text messages to my good friend Rache, and I just learned that she’s given birth! Aww, shucks, congratulations! I’m really happy for her. I mean, just look at this pic and see if you don’t get cheered up. Isn’t she lovely?
Now if only this wasn’t the sole good news for an altogether awful day, I would’ve felt even better.
Disclaimer: The baby isn’t my daughter! See, this is why I still am crotchety. Show a baby pic to your colleagues and they’d start thinking that you’ve become a daddy, and even if you deny it they still will insist that it’s true. Ugh! Now let me get back to sleep!
