Everything is piling up on me. It will be a brick that breaks this camel's back, not a straw. It will be bitchy, intolerant people that push me over the edge. I was just chewed out by some decrepit old crone because I closed ten minutes early last night so her daughter wasn't able to Bring in a water sample. First of all, give me a fucking break. I'm human, not some robot that gets plugged into an outlet in the broom closet every night. If only I had one of those...but I digress. Secondly, it's common courtesy not to bring in a sample right before closing. Each sample takes a fair amount of paperwork, plus whatever preparation might be necessary. But no one gives a shit about that. (That's not entirely true. Lots of decent customers call and ask how late they can bring in a sample, or call to say they're running late and ask nicely if I could wait a few minutes. And I never mind waiting for those people.) The little old biddy told me she was considering writing a nasty letter. It was all I could do to not tell her to get a fucking life. There is a considerable elderly population around here, many of whom have lived here their entire miserable lives. They have nothing to do out here in the boonies, and most probably wish they could be off bitching at a waiter at a sunny cafe in Ft. Olderdale. It's not that I have a problem with elderly people. I have a problem with elderly people who feel they don't have to use the same courtesy that every else uses. "I'm old, I can do whatever the fuck I want." Right. And people wonder why there are abuses taking place at nursing homes (not that I'm condoning abuse of the elderly - I'm condoning abuse of the inconsiderate, the selfish, the petulant.)

Even the dogs are driving me to distraction. Every time I sit down, Bella has to jump up and plant her dirty paws on me. She refused to "go" this morning and made me later to work. And as usual, she howled all the way to work. My screaming at her doesn't seem to help much, but I have a hard time not doing it. I'm starting to think her howling is her way of protesting my horrible driving.

And then there's my school work. It stares at me every day from beside the computer monitor, and no matter what I do, I can't make heads or tails of it. I made a horrible mistake by ever signing up for two classes at once. I don't think I could handle either one of these on their own, maybe not even if I wasn't working. Anything that makes me feel this stupid should be illegal. My knee surgery is probably going to disrupt my studying too, unless they push it off for months, which would not make me particularly happy, since the fucker hurts. I'm worried that I'm not exercising enough because of it, and won't lose the weight I need to...and then surgery will make that even worse.

I shouldn't worry. Whatever happens will happen. Stressing myself out is just going to fuck with my immune system and make me sick, and make it hard to enjoy this life that is passing by way too fast. As sucky as it can be, I'm of the belief that it's the only one I get.