She gets on my freaking nerves

Starting to get a bit cold, and the windchill has taken us down to -9ºC. Woke up again to the execrable Hallie Frigging Cotnam on CBC. I feel like Father Jack at times: I hear her voice, and all I can say is “Feck”. I suppose she might just be siting in for Robyn Bresnahan, but it feels like she’s always there. I hate the folksie, wheezie, Valley Girl shite she speaks. She’s not good enough to comment on a flower show, let alone the news.

Facing a bit of a moral dilemma at work. Do I need the money more than I need my principles? Oh well. Probably not.