Should I Change the Subtitle to "Complaints From the Graveyard Shift"?

I've decided not to delete things I've written unless someone is totally appalled at what I've said. I will occasionally edit an entry, but that's different.

So the complaints stay. I apologize and wish that I could have some sort of complaint rating system, indicating the varying degrees of ugliness.

Today is just an icky day. I used to be amazed at how mean my manager would be when she came back from Houston where her boyfriend lived. She would be flat nasty to us, now I can identify.

There is this guest directing a large conference, I believe he is French. An Italian colleague of his lost his luggage. He has harassed us non-stop, and there is nothing we can do. I was on hold with delta for 20 minutes before I was disconnected, and there is no way to get a hold of a real person without being on hold forever, which made me mad.

We are out of good potato chips here at work, and I let myself oversleep by telling myself I'd be able to buy something to eat at work. WTF? So I'm tired, cranky, hungry. I'm hanging on to my teen angst like baby-fat.