Can It Be Over Yet?
Apr. 18th, 2005 10:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladyspriteSome days just suck. Big, nasty, mean, achy, crummy, miserable suckage. Even when they start out with sunshine and tea and easy commutes with the window down, there's a destiny of suckitude hiding inside that nothing can crush or eliminate. There are some days that not even Cadbury Creme Eggs, hot baths, and a new Charles DeLint book can completely redeem.
The happy, sunshiney commute ends with you at a cheerful and familiar office full of friendly coworkers, missing equipment, inadequate textbooks, pain in the ass clients, violent and unpredictably aggressive dogs, Mystery Diseases, surgical complications, overscheduling, and understaffing, until it finally ends with you sawing the head off a greyhound on the back sink with a dull rusty hacksaw a half hour after closing, with a stack of someone else's callbacks that you still have to finish waiting on your desk and that sinking unpleasant feeling that only comes when you're gnawingly hungry and vaguely sickened by your surroundings at the same time.
Yeah. It was like that. I can't even make it into a proper Wacky Veterinary Adventure, because it was just too depressing and annoying and upsetting to really mock and laugh about. Some things are funny because they're true, but I've been trying all night to find a way to turn this into a humorous story and it just isn't happening.
I need sympathy, and hugs, and distractions, and cheery flowers, and to never, ever, ever have to live through this day again.
The happy, sunshiney commute ends with you at a cheerful and familiar office full of friendly coworkers, missing equipment, inadequate textbooks, pain in the ass clients, violent and unpredictably aggressive dogs, Mystery Diseases, surgical complications, overscheduling, and understaffing, until it finally ends with you sawing the head off a greyhound on the back sink with a dull rusty hacksaw a half hour after closing, with a stack of someone else's callbacks that you still have to finish waiting on your desk and that sinking unpleasant feeling that only comes when you're gnawingly hungry and vaguely sickened by your surroundings at the same time.
Yeah. It was like that. I can't even make it into a proper Wacky Veterinary Adventure, because it was just too depressing and annoying and upsetting to really mock and laugh about. Some things are funny because they're true, but I've been trying all night to find a way to turn this into a humorous story and it just isn't happening.
I need sympathy, and hugs, and distractions, and cheery flowers, and to never, ever, ever have to live through this day again.
