Is it still Monday?!

Seriously - this is turning out to be the week from hell. So after thinking that not getting my hash brown on Monday was bad, things have progressively gotten worse. Choosing to move out to the desert was probably a bad idea in the first place but when the things that make it tolerable go away or stop working, well that all makes for a personal hell. Especially when that one thing that decides to stop working is your air conditioner. Yes, that's right folks, my AC ist kaput. Scheisse. The worst part is that the AC guys can't get out until Thursday sometime to get it fixed. But the AC is just the tip of the iceberg...

So since I had trouble sleeping last night after I tried to figure out what the hell was going on - not easy to sleep when it's like 90 degrees in your house - I obviously overslept and was late to work this morning. Being late was my fault and I completely accept the fact that I needed to take some of my vacation time to account for the fact that I was late for my paycheck. What pisses me off is the fact that my boss - of a job that I have already expressed my extreme disdain for - decides that she has the right to open the door to my locked office. WHAT THE FUCK DID SHE EXPECT TO GET OUT OF UNLOCKING MY DOOR? Sure there wasn't anything in there that would get in me trouble but what was she hoping to find, me sleeping at my desk or something?! It feels like a total invasion of privacy. If I'm not here, I'm not here and I probably didn't decide to leave any clues in my office as to where I am. What a fucking Nazi.

Anyway, since the AC isn't going to be fixed for a while, I'm moving into a comp room at the casino. Who knows, if I like it, maybe I'll be one of those gamblers that lives in the comp room. I mean, why pay rent when I can stay there for free, right? :-)