All I asked for was a freaking rotating chair

So I’m watching a Naked Science episode on “How to Kill a Planet”.

I’m totally into it, I’ve had a bad day, so I’m thinking “Hell, WHY NOT?  I’d LOVE to head over to Mars and do a little destruction therapy.”  I mean OBVIOUSLY, destroying the planet I’m on would leave me unsatisfied, as I’d be unable to appreciate what I’d done, but as far as I’m concerned Mars is expendable.

My destructive device of choice would be an antimatter bomb. We totally can make antimatter- thus far we’ve made 20 nanograms of the stuff! (Think less than a dime)

NOW.  To get the job done, I need about 2.5 trillion tons of  antimatter…  and at the present rate of production, it would take more than the age of the universe to make enough to blow up a planet the size of Earth or Mars.

God Damn.

Fucking inept scientists are ruining my night.

Goodbye Crankypants

One of my older clients died Friday- he was 71- and I’d just spoken to him the day before.  I wondered why he didn’t come in on Friday- but it’s tax season and I didn’t call- I was busy all day.  And I didn’t worry, because he was just dropping something off. His daughter stopped by and told us today.

We called him Crankypants because he was the first time we ever met him.  He had been the “boss” for a government branch for a long time, and had just retired.  His daughter was the one who referred him to us and warned us he was a crankypants.

He was always sweet as could be after that.  But we always called him crankypants.

Rest in peace, Crankypants, I thought you were a pretty nifty guy.

Had a headache

Took Excedrin, now feel loopy and slightly nauseated.  But my head doesn’t hurt….so that is a positive thing, right?

Who knew you could get a buzz on Excedrin?

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Wanna know what sucks?

You were happily doing financial statements when your coworker leaves to go work someplace else- And really it’s okay that he leaves because when he does you both realize that you are in love and end up living together, in blissful harmony only occasionally fighting about shepherds pie. You get to do payroll which is okay- but is a full time gig so someone is hired to do the work- some of it that you were doing.

So you’ve sold some of the payroll, so you have a few hours a week to do other things, so you go to do some financial statements only to find that the person who was hired to do your job a year and a half ago has botched the job. So you have to call and request that the client bring back all the stuff from 2006- and the first part of 2007, back to you. And she is understandably pissed. AT YOU. Because somehow its all your fault. And you are not happy and feel like quiting because you worked all weekend on this shit. Gee. Thanks for paying attention and noticing things were off. Because you could have faked it- but would that have been right?
And this is at least one of the reasons you hate Mondays.