Will this fucking week ever end?

All week there have been plenty of things that I have wanted to do, that I couldn't because I've been dealing with one thing after another--all of them having to do with things that used to work properly all of a sudden failing to do so.

I've had to reschedule appointments, shifts at work, and a ride had to cancel at the last minute. My internet has been screwed up at home in ways I'd never thought imaginable before, and the spare router/modem combo I had kicking around didn't work. At work, I've had untold messes because of the latest "upgrade" of Microsoft Office, and the conflicts caused by reinstalling the old version. The latest version of OpenOffice.org is fucking up in its own work-precluding way as well. And the task that was supposed to take only half of Thursday--leaving room at the end of the week for some of the three other important projects that were due--took me almost until the end of Friday.

I hung up yesterday after about a half an hour on hold with Bell, trying to get my cell phone number switched over to the warranty replacement they sent me. As I left the grocery store with my weekend groceries last night, I consoled myself that at least it was Friday. Except it was still Thursday. Fuck.

I tried calling Bell again today and they called me back while I was on my way home, so I had to stop mid-commute to take out the paperwork. As much as I wanted to do it from the office phone--switching cell phones while you're on one of the phones being switched is never an easy thing to do--I couldn't because I had to hurry home to make sure I'd be here by 6pm so that this guy would be able to pick something up, and I haven't heard from him in any medium, so my evening waiting for his call was totally wasted.

I've had a few ideas for time-sensitive blog entries in the last few days, but I've been so exhausted with all this bullshit that I've gone to bed instead. And my house is a mess, too. I couldn't go to my usual online place for cooling off because someone was starting a flamewar with me which I just don't want to bother with. I went to Bridgehead after work and completely failed to enjoy it (I had to listen to the two guys next to me talk about marketing some dime-a-dozen software to disinterested customers. Protip: don't use the word "Paradigm shift" when talking about winning over customers--especially not twice in the same conversation. Those who don't understand the word will be scared by what it suggests, and those who understand the word will be scared by what it means.)

This is to name a few of the things that have gotten on my nerves. There were even some good things this week, which I recognized as such, but simply couldn't bring myself to be happy about because I'm trying so hard to forget this week entirely.

Even though most of these things worked out, or will eventually work out, the fact that they went wrong (not to mention the time they consumed) is really stressful and really pisses me off. I'm in a really bitter mood, the kind which isn't conducive to meeting new people. If I feel the same way in the morning, it will keep me from going to the bloggers' breakfast that has otherwise been the light at the end of this week's tunnel.

Grrrrrr.

- RG>