Bitching about work, moaning about the neighbours' child who, elephantine-like, runs up and down the adjoining hallway at ungodly hours of the morning. I've been bitching about people on trains as regular reader(s) know and people at work who can't help themselves but do weird passive aggressive things like move people's lunch to other fridges and even put someone's hair straightener, which was left in the ladies toilet, actually IN a lady's toilet. Heck, yesterday I was even getting a bit too worked up about my skirt riding up uncomfortably around my waist and how it was all Andy's/the world's/Miley Cyrus' fault. I think I need a holiday. Or maybe just a weekend of watching this or this will cure me (for now).
Anyway, I'm going to try and be nice and heck* if I can't be beatified before the year's out. At the very least, maybe i should stop procrastinating so much and stop dwelling on the things I don't like doing and just get 'em out of the way:
If there's a task that must be done
Don't turn your tail and run
Don't pout! Don't sob!
Just do a half-assed job!
If you cut every corner
It's really not so bad. Everybody does it
Even Mum and Dad.
If nobody sees it, then nobody gets mad!
* I just read No Country For Old Men. Hence the southernisms that appear to be creeping in, y'all.
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