- Comment spammers. I'm getting about 5 a day now, even with all the filters. Luckily, they're dropping straight into moderation.
- Seven year old cars. Because, you know, at seven years it's time for the Big Expensive Repair. Arrgh. Christmas may have just been cancelled due to the 626's cooling system problems.
- Dempublican politics. I'm really tired of the endless ads telling me that Mr. Nasally Voiced Insurance Company Hatchet Man is all about Changing The DC Climate, knowing full well he's Just Another Party Puppet. Meanwhile, Ms. Soulless, Dead-Eyed Internet Thousandaire Who Can't Look At The Camera isn't any better, having apparently accomplished the following three things the last six years: Nothing, Nada, and Squat. But I'm voting for her because Hatchet Man's entire political agenda is Changing The DC Climate, Screw Everyone Else's Climate, and Give The Insurance Companies Whatever They Want. I don't want to see how he handles not being able to lay off his constituents anymore.
- Doing two jobs at work. Or, being stuck in the no man's land between the old job and the new job. They require completely different skill sets, and I'm expected to do both. And now, I have four bosses, not three. And the promotion is suddenly on a slow frieight instead of the fast track (due to the 54,000 other things that need doing).
- Just generally being "between." Between renting and buying. Between debt-free and overextended. Between raising an infant and raising a child. Between order and chaos. Between happiness and crushing depression.
- And speaking of depression, the spectre of the Black Dog. This is the year I'll probably discover whether I share my family's trait towards long, crushing depressions. 34 seems like the year everyone who has suffered has figured out whether the Black Dog is going to show up or urinate on someone else. Right now, I'm OK, but having the Check Engine light, aka the Drive To The Dealership And Hand Them Your Wallet light, go on this morning doesn't give me feelings of confidence.
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"And now, I have four bosses, not three." I had four bosses once, and it was teh suck...you can't please anybody well enough in that situation. (Esp. when one was a micromanager!)
Good luck with the Black Dog, too. Don't forget to reach out to *somebody* if you feel it snarling a bit too much.
Posted by: Elaine | October 18, 2006 04:42 PM
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I feel for you bro - I'm experiencing many of the same things, just a couple of years sooner. Oh, and the Black Dog thing has probably been bugging me for a while now. I'll try to put it out of it's misery before it gets loose and sics itself on you.
BTW - did Reading really take out **both** of Chelsea's keepers last weekend?!!?!?!?
-R
Posted by: Yo middle brother | October 19, 2006 03:52 PM