I Hate Stuff Today

I need an adult with this blog thing. Either the website I'm utilizing for my blogs is a hotmess, or I'm just not able to figure the program out. Either way, it's been very frustrating for my royal grumpiness. I was going to write a blog about my Oklahoma trip, but I couldn't get it to work, and now it's been 84 years, so who wants to mess with all of that?

So ... how are you? You look good for being 84 years older. I've had a lot of work done. But not really. I wish. I wonder what Botox is like. But like how I wonder what it's like to never smile, and actually enjoy steamed vegetables, and to say, "I don't HAAAAAVE to drink to have fun at parties," while making a superior glance at someone's direction who enjoys alcohol a lot and isn't afraid to admit it.

I had a really bad day at work today. I haven't been so mad at people I'm supposed to work nicely with in a VERY long time. I was close to crying, screaming, throwing a fit, and getting myself into trouble. Instead of all that drama, I took a page out of my own trainer manual, and asked for help. I think I played it off cooler than I thought I would have been capable, but it was very upsetting to have to admit to the people who have my future in the company in their hands that I was at the end of my rope, and that I needed their intervention. It was practically humiliating knowing I could not handle it myself, or get over my issues. A lot of time, my issues with my sort of coworker people irritate me, but I get over it and when I get off I rant about it for a bit and then I'm ready to move on. Today, however, I felt like it was a very personal affront, and was appalled by how they handled a problem today. [Being vague intentionally because I don't need a, "You violated privacy policies!" conversation right now.] But sincerely, I needed help. I needed to talk to the exact person I asked for help from, and they were FABULOUS in responding to me in a moment of emotional turmoil. In retrospect I'm glad I asked for help, but at the time I would have loved if someone had just handed me a whip and let me beat myself to a pulp, medieval monk style. I just give 110% to trying to do the right thing by my coworkers, even the turd-blossoms, and it's painful to be shown just how little regard they have for your hard work, your efforts, and with just you in general. I'll be nursing a sore everything in regards to this vague-ass issue for a very long time.

Pokémon GO has come out with a LOT more shinies, and my girlfriend and I have been on the prowl, her especially. Pokémon GO is being a saucy minx, though, and keeps telling her, "You want a shiny one of these? YOU DON'T GET NOTHING, AND YOU'RE GONNA LIKE IT!" ... Where as I gave up eons ago with the game being kind to me and letting me have nice things. The game is a little bitch. For those of you who aren't giant nerdlosertwatwaffles like myself, a "shiny" Pokémon is a different colour than a normal Pokémon, and also glimmer shimmers when you select it. It literally affects nothing at all other than it's aesthetic features, and are also hard to find if you suck at life like we do.

Anyway, I need to lose like 50+lbs ... someone go do that for me please/thank you.