I love Trader Joe’s

The other night I went there and bought:

A dozen eggs
A loaf of bread
6 bananas
4 salads
Tortilla chips
Sesame ginger chips
Oatmeal raisin cookies
A pound of butter
4 frozen burritos
2 boxes of cereal
The big tub of cottage cheese
Salsa
½ gallon of milk
A 1 lb bag of cranberry trail mix
2 reusable grocery bags (cuz I keep forgetting to bring the ones I already have)

$45.00

Everyone's a Critic

Jack was sitting on my lap this morning with his butt in my lap and his head on my chest purring away and I started singing to him and . . . he bapped me in the mouth.

March 13, 2007: Just for Binx: Life Sucks . . .

I like my job but I hate my clients.

I also hate our salespeople . . . or one of them.

I hate that people freak out because I actually went to see a movie tonight (300) so had my Blackberry off for 3 hours – OH NO!!!!! The world is falling fucking apart!

I hate that I worked 18 hours yesterday and so didn’t come in until 10:00 a.m. today and everybody just about lost their freaking minds cuz they need me so bad. Nobody should need anyone that bad.

I hate that there were 37 emails (no exaggeration) in my in box all about what my cell phone number was . . . and none of them were right DESPITE my having sent out all of my phone numbers to everyone multiple times, idiots.

I hate that I have to have a telephone conference tomorrow morning with a client because he had never heard that our X does Y when I know damned well that I’ve told him several times. He just wasn’t hearing what I was saying.

I hate that even though I’m going to remind him of the conversations we had and forward him the emails that I’ve sent him proving that he was told, I’m still going to have to pretend it was my fault for his crappy memory.

I hate that my idiot fiancé is all pissed off because I went to see a movie with my friend Paul tonight. H is mad because I went to see 300 and he wanted to see it and now he’s pouting. Whatever. I also think he’s mad that I went with Paul, I think he’s jealous. Oy.

I hate that H seems to think that my being so busy and not being able to spend as much time with him as normal means that I’m wanting to break up with him.

I hate that I’m so dang tired that I don’t have the energy to argue with H about that and instead just told him that it wasn’t the case and to let me go back to sleep.

I hate that when I logged onto AOL tonight I had 129 emails, 125 of which were junk.

I asked my boss if I could quit today, he said no.

I asked my boss if he would fire me today and he said no.

Maybe tomorrow will change his mind.

I don’t find Gerard Butler attractive normally but as Leonidas . . . holy shit.

I hate that the Blogger site is down so I can’t post this post.