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Today was fun, there was a potluck, I recreated how i wished i could smash this mouthbreather's car into bits for blockign the fuckig crosswalk
I make it in to work angry because there is no good way to get in to work, especially doors.
I apprecaite the kindness people show me by going out of their way to open doors, and thank them profusely. I then turn around and ream out the building services for having a broken fucking handicap button to the door leading into my office area. *!%@#
SITE is inaccessible, and I have a class there, i nearly fucking killed myself entering and exiting the building.
Access to LPR is actually pretty decent, no complaints, but I'm not sure if I can go to my class in SITE! Fucking goddamn clear paths from handicap doors to the stairs but not to the elevator &%#$ *@&^ grr.
I do have an anger problem. Mainly it revolves around stupid asshats and their bright ideas. Like how an appropriate detour (from a handicap powered door and ramp that is under construction) is deemed to be a half flight of stairs out a fire door through a FUCKING GRAVEL PIT!!!
I don't see how that is supposed to work, but apparently that is why I don't work inthe planning department for the university.
Other than that I showed my coworkers how to light a fire under someone's ass and had a phone call returned that they've been waiting 4 days to get. They asked for me and I only had to call once :p I also discovered that a computer at work has had a burner all along, but no one ever installed software, so we never knew... I don't even know how I should feel about that one.
I get tomorrow off, so I think I'll be trying to write essay(s). I only need one, but I feel compelled to write two. I must be unwell.
Leg update: I regained about 2 degrees of flexion. As a result my legs hurts more.
I make it in to work angry because there is no good way to get in to work, especially doors.
I apprecaite the kindness people show me by going out of their way to open doors, and thank them profusely. I then turn around and ream out the building services for having a broken fucking handicap button to the door leading into my office area. *!%@#
SITE is inaccessible, and I have a class there, i nearly fucking killed myself entering and exiting the building.
Access to LPR is actually pretty decent, no complaints, but I'm not sure if I can go to my class in SITE! Fucking goddamn clear paths from handicap doors to the stairs but not to the elevator &%#$ *@&^ grr.
I do have an anger problem. Mainly it revolves around stupid asshats and their bright ideas. Like how an appropriate detour (from a handicap powered door and ramp that is under construction) is deemed to be a half flight of stairs out a fire door through a FUCKING GRAVEL PIT!!!
I don't see how that is supposed to work, but apparently that is why I don't work inthe planning department for the university.
Other than that I showed my coworkers how to light a fire under someone's ass and had a phone call returned that they've been waiting 4 days to get. They asked for me and I only had to call once :p I also discovered that a computer at work has had a burner all along, but no one ever installed software, so we never knew... I don't even know how I should feel about that one.
I get tomorrow off, so I think I'll be trying to write essay(s). I only need one, but I feel compelled to write two. I must be unwell.
Leg update: I regained about 2 degrees of flexion. As a result my legs hurts more.
