Unhappy camper

I'm at the start of my monthly visitor cycle. This manifests itself in many ways, and today it is taking the form of general crankpantsness. Generally, what happens is it's like scratching a sore place which, on normal days, is a mild irritant but today feels like a gaping wound inflicted by that monster from "Cloverfield."

Things that are annoying me today:

1) People who don't respond to emails in a timely manner. (Work)
1a) People who write back "Sure!" to a "Thank you!" email. Stop it now.
2) People who don't call back in a timely manner. (Work)
3) My Google Calendar, which neglected to alert me about a work-related birthday, meaning I didn't make cupcakes.
4) Loud people near my desk talking incessantly. And, did I say, loudly.
5) Copy editors who take it upon themselves to rewrite an article rather than just copy-editing it.
6) The smell of french fries coming over from a nearby desk.
7) Having to use my headphones to transcribe an interview because the company is too cheap to let me buy a decent pair through Staples, so I have to spend time buying my own and getting reimbursed.
8) Not getting reimbursed for a trip I'm making to Austin in March. Yet.
9) Knowing I need a Motrin and trying to put it off as long as possible because They're Killing My Liver, say the doctors. My Motrin are 800 mg each. I have powerful crampys. (And a substitute the gyn gave me was useless.)
10) People who interrupt when I'm clearly in the middle of writing something. Like a blog entry.
11) A cell phone that rang and played polka for 30 seconds.
12) Surly publicists who aren't getting me the interviews I asked for.
13) Having to go to the post office to send off Ebay shit.
14) Incompetent boobery from the art department.
15) People who leave the sinks running in the bathroom. (Work) Who the hell thinks that's okay?
15a) People who leave their toilet seat/bowl messy in the bathroom. (Work) Were they raised in a barn?
16) I'll think of something else later. Don't worry about that.


Can I go home yet?


  1. R.G. Ryan on 1/29/08 at 11:25 am

    Uh, yeah, I’ve got some of those horse-pill-sized motrins too. The way I figure it, living with pain and a healthy liver is no match for pain free. And, for the record, you can interview me any time you’d like. 🙂

  2. Armchair News on 1/29/08 at 11:47 am

    Ryan, I will put you on my list!

    As for the horse pills, yah, I’d like to not take them but I console myself that in a mere 10 more years (maybe less) I won’t need ’em any more….. Small comfort, I s’pose….

  3. Bookishly Fabulous on 1/29/08 at 7:18 pm

    My Motrin are 800 mg each. I have powerful crampys.

    I used to take those, but now I’m on Seasonale (well, the generic version), and I don’t take the placebos.  I start a new pack as soon as I finish the real pills from the last one and never have periods.  It’s GLORIOUS.  My cramps were so bad that I’d get physically ill if I didn’t take the Motrin for them.  (I am not affiliated with any drug companies, by the way).

    Of course you may have your reasons for not doing that.  Just thought I’d put my two cents in.

  4. Armchair News on 1/29/08 at 8:47 pm

    All advice is completely welcome. The doc put me on Naproxin last month but I was not impressed by the results; I am giving them another month. Will look into the Seasonale; the doc also seemed up on the whole avoid the whole mess issue!

    P.S. Love your name!

  5. Cameron G Rose on 2/01/08 at 7:08 am

    “A cell phone that rang and played polka for 30 seconds.”


    One time Stef, Dipali and I were in my room watching Veronica Mars and it was getting to this really dramatic scene. Stef’s phone went off (it plays Vivaldi) and stef said she wasn’t going to get it. But then she didnt’ turn it off. It rang for a good 20 seconds before I screamed “Turn your phone off! it’s killing the mood!”


    “4) Loud people near my desk talking incessantly. And, did I say, loudly.”


    I’m having the opposite problem right now. I have this one co-worker, great guy, very helpful but barely speaks about a whisper. He sits two feet away but every time I ask him something I have to lean over my desk.


    “14) Incompetent boobery from the art department.”


    Care to elaborate?