WARNING: Today is J-A Stew's Day

I know not everything in life can go my way. Although in my heart I sing that 'I want the world, I want the whole world, I want to lock the whole world in my pocket - it's my bar of chocolate, don't care how, I want it now' (Veruca's song), I know for a fact that life does not do exactly what I want it to do. Which sucks.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am having a 'What The Bleeding F***?' day. Please clear the aisles, locate the nearest exit and prepare for emergency landing.

At the moment I am sitting here feeling wronged. Why is it that on days like this it rains? It's not some bloody melodrama, for heaven's sake. Everything is not going quite right. I have to sort out the stinky mess of my life to get things going. I have to deal with the fact that I am working with certifiable maniacs. That's right, I have to deal with utterly incompetent, vile, foul-smelling maniacs. With curry pot-bellies. OK, I don't have to work surrounded by replicas of Keanu Reeves (on second thought, why not? That's another thing to hold a grudge against) but at least I shouldn't have to deal with people with mental and physical halitosis. These people should be pickled and stored in dark glass jars for a hundred years. That'll teach them.

I tried thinking of the good things in my life - my wardrobe is fixed so I can hang my clothes again. My sister has an internship for the summer. My mother is doing relatively all right. But then I remembered my father is really annoying. So I tried again.

At least I have a job. At least I have a roof over my head. I am not disabled. I will have lunch with my friends today. But I probably won't get the transfer to New York as I requested and I will probably have to become a street bum, acrobat, chimney sweep or something to be there with my limited savings and how come Chinese Sad Associate has a job offer when I clearly need to be with M. so I should have a job offer too and why are my parents so unhelpful sometimes ("Why do you have to move to New York for this guy?")?

It's not working. Positive thinking has its limits when the thinker is clearly determined to go on a rampage. I will sit here stewing for a while until this silly moment passes. I know I have M. who is the sweetest boyfriend in the world - it's a good job he isn't here to witness me acting like a Gorgon. Now I need to get on with that stew for a bit. Who wants casserole?