bugged

The English language is such an interesting thing. How does one three-letter word have so many uses and meanings? How does anyone foreign ever get a grasp on a language with which its native speakers so often struggle themselves?

Today I am bugged in several different ways:

1) How did I go from such a busy week to such a boring one? I've literally wasted three hours of my life this morning. I've answered about 6 emails, swept, and now I'm twiddling my thumbs, wondering if I can get my boss's tv to work or if this street is too crowded for me to go sit outside and sun bathe a bit. I'm annoyed that I worked so hard last week "just in case" something happens this week. I'm half-way through and the most important thing that's happened is that my boss lost his confirmation number for the hotel and I had to get it to him right away. Wow.

2) Our new software is full of problems. Just tiny little bugs like misspelled words and uncommonly used links that go to the wrong place. Luckily I'm not in the tech department. They are busy this week. 

3) I swept because the bug man came yesterday. When I walked in this morning there were dead bugs everywhere, tiny roaches and beetles and centipedes and spiders. Yuck. I just shivered. So now after sweeping them all back outside, I feel covered in bugs myself. Every time a hair tickles my shoulder or I get an itch on my knee, I think it's a bug and I slap at it. I'm grossed out.

My biggest decision yesterday was lunch, and it looks that way again today. It's silly that when I'm busy I'll eat whatever you put in front of me (even McDonalds "fish" filet...) and when I'm bored I agonize over what to eat, what to eat. Pimento cheese with tomato from the deli down the street? Thai fried rice? Sushi? A veggie plate lunch from the diner in the town center? Decisions, decisions. sigh