I believe in options

I do not have much to write about this evening. I do, however, need to apologize to the general public for my miserable attitude over the past week. I don't have anything to really say for myself that isn't an excuse; And we know what they say about excuses...

I haven't been feeling 100%, not necessarily ill, just off, which is rather unexplained and unnerving in itself. I was turned down for financial aid, and I'm still trying to get that figured out and situated. I've been extremely busy and have chosen to neglect sleep to be able to get everything else done. I'm still philandering around trying to find a new job, something that pays a good bit more, so I can feel like I'm doing my share in the financial department of our marriage. I miss my husband, I feel like I never get to see him because of our conflicting work schedules. There are  other reasons behind my mood, but as much as I love you dear blog, the world is not ready for those Kitty-isms. The above mentioned reasons/excuses/items are also referred to as life. I need to shut up about it, and buck up. I could be currently handed a much worse list, but the karma gods are still at bay for the moment I suppose.

Basically like I said, nothing but excuses. I'm just in a foul mood, and have never been so grateful that a weekend was readily approaching, so I could pout in the privacy of my own home. I've been in the nastiest mood, I need to just snap out of it.

Is there a pill for that? No? A solid thumbs down to that.

My mood was so foul this week that I'm actually going to purchase a card to apologize to one particular person, whom I will refer to as my Samantha Jones. I feel the need to use a card because she loves cards, I think she actually likes picking cards more than getting them. Maybe I should tell her to go pick her own out, and I'll sign it. Also, Samantha is my boss, and I'm shocked she hasn't knocked me out of my chair with the strong backhand I know she possess', or just fired me this week. She is the one who is trapped in a 10x10 office with me for 9 hours a day, thus, she gets the absolute brunt of my moods. Again, how she has not murdered me and buried me on the playground this week alone, is a miracle, I'm sure. I'll be giving her that card tomorrow, with my tail between my legs.

I need to be ashamed of myself, for being adult and being in such a Veruca Salt state of mind for the past week. What is the matter with me? Who knows, but hopefully tomorrow at work we have an awesome day, even though a co-worker I love is finishing out her two week notice tomorrow. Maybe I can blame my mood on that? No? Okay then. I finally get to spend a whole weekend with my husband, so hopefully that eases my tension and irritability. Please God, snap me out of this. That's my prayer before I go to bed tonight; It's probably all of my co-workers prayers too.

The highlight of my week has been this statement from Tippy P. Hopplebuns;

'I believe in options.'

Me too, Tippy. Me too. Thank you for letting me know that I am not the only one.

You're irritable too, you're just cuter at it than I am. Just sayin'.