I hate my job.
Every time I hear the phrase "The girl who's supposed to do the
bottle return is sick, so you're going to do it all day", I want to punch my
manager.
It didn't help that I had to get up at 4AM to get to work on time.
Needless to say, I came home and slept. I shouldn't have, though, as I had to do some programming homework for my college class. I understand the CONCEPT behind a linked list, but programming it is a bitch. I even enlisted the help of resc, but unfortunately, my inability to spell the word "chihuahua" prevented him from recieving the file. Bugger.