I don’t like today. Today has not started out very good, and I would like to request a do-over.

Currently marbling up my ass:

• I didn’t sleep for longer than 20 minutes out of every hour last night
• I was awoken this morning around 5am by some extremely strong cigarette smoke coming in our bedroom window
• Talkie guy is whispering to himself non-stop
• .. except when he’s trying to talk to me about stupid things
• We accidentally bounced two things this past weekend, because of some cheques that someone had been sitting on and just decided to cash
• Payday isn’t until tomorrow (we got paid early!)
• And, the worst one of all:

At the Space Station, I manage a specific area that pertains to our overall work. Let’s call it .. Space Domains. Yes, I manage the Space Domains; registering and maintaining them for all our clients. I have a database. It has many informations, including the various registrars I use, the account login names and their passwords. It is a handy file. I keep it updated.

Someone – let’s call her Lucrezia – decided she needed to alter one of the Space Domains I manage. I’m not sure how, since she claims to not have a copy of my handy file, but she successfully logged into the account and proceeded to change the account information to have all information regarding the Space Domains I manage to be sent to her.

Now I can’t log in to do my job. I asked her why – she won’t answer me. I tell her to send me the information – she won’t do it. “I’ll get it to you tomorrow”, she says. Since I’d rather like to do my job, this won’t work. I finally get her to agree to reset the account email, so I can reset the password. She reluctantly agrees – then doesn’t do it, and goes running off to the Space President.

Something is up. I do not trust Lucrezia, or the Space President. I don’t give a flying fuck about the idiotic office politics that seem to be going on; I just want to do my motherfucking job. I am extremely pissed off about all this; it’s underhanded and so very unnecessary. I keep the file for a reason. If you need a change, I’ll make it for you. If I can’t do it, I’ll give you the login so you can do it yourself. Changing the account information so only YOU can access the records? That’s just fucked up. Back the fuck off, Lucrezia. You do your job, and let me do mine.

Also, Talkie Guy needs to shut the fuck up; Visitor Guy needs to start his job already and stop hogging our Space Testing Station; and I need a new job.