I Must Be Dirty...

Well, first things first, no progress on the nickname front. If I change my name and want to represent Boston, I could first, change my name to Brian Bellows (get the hockey thing going) and be "The Boston Beatdown Brawler" Brian Bellows. However, if I wanted to 'resent Jersey, I could be "The Jersey Janitor" Jimmy Jackson. Anyway, I am leaning towards "The Hard Worker" since that is what I am at my job.
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Ok, the soap in the mens room was pink, now it is orange. No problem. I read the label on the dispenser because I thought the soap felt rough. Of course, the name of the soap is "Orange Ruffy." It has 'abrasive scrubbers' to thouroughly clean your hands. Problem. It smells like shit orange. Problem. Not a problem if I just finished painting a house, but I just took a piss. I do not need abrasive materials in my soap after I piss. I am not that dirty. I am in an office typing, not working with spackel. I need to find a complaint box.
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I woke up tired today. I had a bad shave this morning. I was cut off 4 times on my way into work on the slick roads. My coffee was sub par. My day got off to a bad start. Plus, I need to finish up a project this PM, which, if I work 100%, it will take me no more than 2 hours. So, 1-3, then my day is complete.
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My roommates day yesterday consisted of the following:
1. watch tv
2. eat breakfast
3. watch tv
4. eat lunh
5. watch tv
6. eat dinner
7. watch tv
8. sleep

Notice that there is no "work" in that list. Sad. Sad that I called in sick, but this is what he does when he doesn't go into work because he is on 'vacation.' The cockroach behind the kitchen sink in downtown Roxbury has a better future ahead of him (or her). Hey, chances are that cockroach will at least reproduce and yield some offspring
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My week of being nice ended. I am back to ranting. Sorry.