i am officially mad at the u.s. postal service. i sent out a package on saturday, around noon. i paid $16 to get it shipped to it's destination by 3pm the next day. they gave me a "guaranteed by 3pm sunday." i went through all of this trouble because the addressee is leaving town today. very soon-like. as a matter of fact, said person is leaving an hour from now (as i type this). at last contact (with the person and the post office) the package in question still has not arrived. so basically, the package will end up sitting outside her door for a week, instead of the contents being able to go on her trip with her.

drat to the post office, i say. i can assure you i will be trudging down to the post office on my lunch break to receive a refund for the shoddy service i have been given. color me huffy, to say the least.

other than all of that hoo-ha, my day is going fine.

new annoyance: this fucker who sits next to me, here at work. i thought the surf ninja was bad…what have i gotten myself into? this new guy does the same nosy shit that the surf ninja was guilty of, but he takes it a step further, saying things like "are you writing a bible over there?" and "is your novel almost finished, over there?" i swear to god i want to kill him. he also has a tendency to tell ridiculous stories that i couldn't give two shits about. all day long. he related some asanine story about his sister and some coins that he was going to sell, and then asked me to get outraged at his sister. all of this while completely ignoring that whole "personal space" rule that we, as humans, hold so dear to our hearts. he's also one of those guys that thinks he's the best there is at whatever needs to be done, but he's always asking the most ridiculous questions i've ever heard. for now and ever more, he will be labeled "the goon."

yeah, yeah…quit breathin' down my neck, chief.