Just bitchin'

Today is not a particularly bad day; nor is it a particularly good day. But if I had to put the good and bad on a scale, I would say the bad is kind of outweighing the good in some minor ways.

I have a meeting with a client in about an hour and so - instead of being  a good girl and doing some more work - I thought I would, you know, call you up and have a bitching session. So, here I am, having a bitching session. About my day.

This morning I couldn't wake up. You see, in summer in this city (which one cannot name for fear of deportation and various other things... oh, now you know where I live!) it's ridiculoulsly hot outside and absolutely freezing inside because of the air conditioning.
I was so snuggly and warm and cosy and happy and all other kitten-like adjectives in my bed this morning that I could not - to be honest- have given an absolute rat's arsed damn about getting up, except, well I need the god damn money.

So I got up. Then I showered. Then I came to work where the air con is turned so f***ing high (low?) that when I go and make tea (you know, to defrost my veins)  it starts snowing at the sink. Seriously.
Then I went to my desk and turned on my computer. Then my computer decided that it didn't like my face so it froze. Which is ironic because the office is so freezing. So I sat down and sighed.

Luckily this morning my taxi driver was friendly. Yesterday I had a real waffle for a taxi driver. He was sweet, but played it thick as all hell.
Firstly, let me ask all of you taxi drivers (yeah, I know there are hundreds of taxi drivers who read this blog) how can you NOT carry change? I mean, do you really expect me to believe that day-in and day-out, you have no f***ing change? Seriously? I have to pay an extra two dirhams everyday because YOU do not have change. I mean, WTF? (By the way I have now made a vow that I will not leave any taxi without exact change. Even the guy has to get his itchy ass out the car and get it for me.)
Secondly, is it really necessary to:
a.) Scratch your arse and/or nuts while I am in the car?
b.) Swear at passing cars in a language I don't understand with your hair all sticking up and your eyes all squint like a psycho?
c.) Stare at me in the rearview. (I can see you arsewipe! It's called a mirror!)

Right now, as I write, my computer's hard drive sounds like it's going to take off and the screen keeps freezing like Paris Hilton having a conversation with Albert Einstein.
Sigh.

Plus, I just ordered a cheap toasted sandwich (I am broke and only get paid in a few days) which had cucumber on it. Who the f*** puts cucumber on a toasted sandwich? I mean, chef, has your mother got mental problems that she taught you to put cucumber on toasted bread? Huh? HUH?

And now, with an ice cream headache, a stomach full of toasted cucumber (*weeps uncontrollaby*) and a computer that's not cooperating, I need to leave to go to a meeting I would much rather swap for cocktails on a beach in Thailand.

Such is life.

If you feel like bitchin' too, the comment box is just below. Bitch away!

Over and out,
Walnut