bending_sickle | Our fatigue is often caused not by work, but by worry, frustration and resentment.* (Reply)

Life likes to kick you when your down. Or, more accurately, life likes to ram up your backside like a skidding bike and near take your foot off at the ankle with the pedals when you're already crying on your way home. Ow.

Shit-ass day today. Mostly kept it together, even when whining to Pauline, although I was a bit "Omg fucking raaaage" in the morning because [see last post].

Spent all afternoon working on editing the fucking proposal yet again. It's the penultimate fucking time, I swear to gods. I'm sending Supervisor a massive email of all the things that need asking - like, "But you said 5 km before? Now you're saying 2 km?" and "But I can't use Marleen's methods, on account of their sucking. She said so herself and I told you, we've discussed this." I'm finishing that email with a "Partner, you ~~can~~ will take up the fucking slack on the fucking funds. I ain't working on this crap no more till after my FM exam."

And oh my fucking god, after three emails to Diederik asking if he could be the one to put our slides together into a cohesive whole, he still don't get it. You know what he does? He flippin' sends me the slides' text in the email. After I asked him three times to please, maybe, perhaps he could put the shit together? Honestly, the man's never emailed anything for the Business New Weekly presentations. This is the first work I see of his. And asldkfjalskjdf.

So, hurtin' and whinin' (and wine-ing), I watched True Blood 1x06. Ye gods, that is one episode you should not watch if you're feeling wibbley. If one storyline's version of emotion don't get ya, the other does.

It's 11 pm. I got a slide to make and a massive email of "Fuck this shit!" to send to my supervisor. Who hasn't commented on my latest final version (you know, the one he should have read for our meeting?). And who still hasn't replied to my "Wtf, that's not how you spell my last name, tell the flight agency to change it or give me their info. How the fuck did this happen if you had my names fucking typed out in front of you?!?

Fuck me sideways with a cue stick.

Quotes of the Day:

Consult not your fears but your hopes and your dreams. Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in, but with what it is still possible for you to do.

- Pope John Paul XVIII

You've done it before and you can do it now. See the positive possibilities. Redirect the substantial energy of your frustration and turn it into positive, effective, unstoppable determination.

- Ralph Marston

Back at Merlotte's--okay, I will transcribe this directly, because people who have seen it would beat me if I didn't. This is Lafayette's Epic Moment of Awesome, and although the show seems to be trying a bit too hard to make it awesome--it's kind of our Weekly Grandstanding Against Discrimination Moment--I nonetheless cannot deny its awesomosity.

So Arlene brings a plate to the kitchen that someone's sent back. "There a problem with my burger?" asks Lafayette. "Just a coupla drunk rednecks, that's all..." she says, but she's clearly reluctant to get into specifics. "What's they problem?" "Oh come on, now," she says, "it's not worth it." "What did they say?" "He said... the burger..." *SPATULA!* "WHAT DID HE SAY, ARLENE?" "HE SAID THE BURGER MIGHT HAVE AIDS," she blurts out. And the radio in the background's got some song on that's going "Aw, yeah, here we go," and Lafayette takes off his earrings. Y'ALL, IT IS ON. "Lafayette--" Off comes the apron and there he goes with the burger. "Awwwwwwww, fudge," moans Arlene.

" 'Scu me," says Lafayette out in the main room. "Who ordered the burger... WITH THE AIDS?" The redneck asswipes from the DGD meeting, of course. They all giggle. "I ordered the hamburger deluxe," says the chief asswipe.

"In this restaurant," explains Lafayette, "the hamburger deluxe come with fren-fries, lettuce, tomato, mayo... AND AIDS!" The entire restaurant jumps. "DO ANYBODY GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?"

"YEAH!" says Asswipe in Chief, because he just really does not know what he's about to unleash. "I'm an American, and I got a say in who makes my food--" "Oh, baby, it's too late for that," Lafayette retorts. "Faggots been breedin' yo' cows, raisin' yo' chickens, even brewin' yo' beer" (one of the other asswipes stops and looks down at his glass) "long before I walked my sexy ass up in this muthafucka--everything on this got-damn table got AIDS."

"You still ain't makin' me eat no AIDS burger," says Asswipe in Chief, and you know, I've always wondered what people like this intend to happen when they stir up shit. Like... what's their expected outcome? What are they hoping to achieve? A free meal? A bar brawl? What's he hoping Lafayette would say? Because what he actually says, in a low whisper, is, "Well, all you gotta do is say 'Hold the AIDS.' " And then Lafayette licks the mayonnaise off the top half of the bun, slams it into the Chief Asswipe's face ("EAT IT!"), and proceeds to bitchslap their collective redneck ass. Although I think there might be a few bitchpunches in there too. "Bitch, you gonna come in my house, you gonna eat my food THE WAY I FUCKIN' MAKE IT!" he roars. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" I think they understand. "Tip yo' waitress," Lafayette finishes, walking off. Exit awesome.

- cleolinda, here