*grumble*

I'll cheer up later. Once I get out of here and see my sweetie and get started on the weekend. Right now I'm grumpy and every little thing seems to be getting on my nerves.

I was fine when I woke up, until the cat knocked over the Christmas tree and broke the one ornament I KNEW would break, if any were going to. It was a little glass ball from my grandmother that had sand and tiny seashells in it. It's been cursed since the day I got it. :P We all got matching ones the Christmas after our first trip to Tybee Island, and the ribbon on my package was too tight so I ended up smashing the first ornament before I even knew what it was. Grandma got me a replacement one on their next trip down, which has made it about 6 years now, but this morning was the end of that one too. :( *sigh* I saved all the little seashells from inside it... maybe sometime I'll just go get another glass ball and some more sand and make a new one. It too will no doubt be cursed.

On the bright side, that was the only one I lost. But still. That was one of my favorite ornaments.

So needless to say my day hasn't exactly started on the brightest of notes. The cat has now been quarantined in the bathroom for the day, where he is undoubtedly shredding the remaining paint on the bathroom door. Hell knowing him he probably managed to dig a hole all the way through the door by now and has wreaked complete havoc on the apartment. Did I mention he also got into the garbage and ripped a hole in his new bag of food? Ugh.

I'm trying to decide now whether to move the Christmas tree or just take it down entirely. It's a wreck anyway, Asher has completely ruined it, no amount of reshaping is going to get the branches looking decently normal again. It's a good thing Joe's family didn't want it back. :P I'll probably just move it into my room though, and lock the cat out. I like having a Christmas tree even if it is an ugly misshapen one that leans precariously. :P So what if no one will be able to see the lights through my window. :P

On the bright side, at least if I move it if I can put all the presents under the tree (once I wrap them of course) and not have to worry about Asher shredding all the paper and ribbons. Which we all know he would do.

He's a cat. He's not ALWAYS an awful one. He's not completely beyond my tolerance, but he does a good job of pushing it to the limit. He definitely has his own little feline personality. He's like a really annoying toddler. :P

So the day got off to kind of a crappy start. I'm still grumpy now because I ran into a snag with my beautiful little catalog system. *growls* *kicks secure server* *kicks cookies* *kicks work* So I'm off to rewrite logging in and out. :P

Luckily the guys in the back room have quit laughing like fools. The one guy has this smoker's laugh that I totally can't stand, you know, the kind that starts out as a high-pitched wheeze... I dunno, I can't explain it really but it was REALLY getting on my nerves before. :P

Blah. I just wanna go home. I feel slightly bad for cooping the cat up in the bathroom for 10 hours. I wanna get the tree moved and take the garbage out and get the fucking dishes done and wrap some of the stupid Christmas presents... oh yeah, and go track down UPS so I can pick up the one package that couldn't be delivered to me because some FREAKING IDIOT forgot to write my apartment number and they couldn't deliver it. They probably wouldn't have delivered it anyway because I wasn't home. :P So it's up to ME to go find the damn thing. I hate UPS. The post office will just leave the damn box on your doorstep but oh no, not UPS, you gotta be home to get it. Which is SO possible when you work 40 hours a goddamn week like any normal human being. And they're only open till 6 at night which isn't exactly convenient when you don't get home till 5. And they're not even fucking open on Saturday. Retards. I'll stick with the good old United States Postal Service, thank you VERY much. This is just bullshit. The reason UPS exists is so they can DELIVER stuff. DELIVER!!!! THAT MEANS THEY BRING YOUR SHIT TO YOUR FUCKING DOOR!!!! But, no, I have to go pick it up at their stupid warehouse place thing. By Monday, or they send it back. Oy.

(By the way... the last time I had something shipped to me UPS, I had to go pick it up then too. That's why I'm so pissed off about it now. Although I suppose it isn't really UPS's fault, since they didn't have my apartment number, which is rather important. But then I ask you... how come they couldn't deliver my package without the apartment number... but the USPS managed to deliver the postcard from UPS that said they needed my apartment number? I'll tell you why: UPS sucks. Post Office rules. I should tip my mailman.)

Anyway, now that that's out of my system I do feel somewhat better. Still pissed off but not really in an upset way. My sweet and wonderful adorable sexy man also jumped on AIM during his lunch break to cheer me up and succeeded. :) He is the saving grace of my day... I can't wait to see him... and it's nice having something to look forward to. ;)