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posted by k_sra at 8/04/2005 03:09:00 PM
(struggling to find something to bring to the pity party)..I'd love to come, but I'm at a stage in my day where I don't give a flying duck about anyone at work. I'll pity because my mind is a complete blank right now. There.
Forgot to ask, what is the discussion about your coworker? We want to know! We can have wine with our whine, if you wish.
Aww, Shit!. That feels so much worse!. After the Week I have just had I simply needed a quiet place to sit and weep.Thank You! Thank You!.
Uhm, I don't want to get dooced from my beloved desk job. Suffice to say "clingy and passive aggressive" are in full affect.
I'm sorry your week has been scatalogical, gnome.
Somebunny don't look so good.
Want me to be mean and kick butt. ? Just point me at who.
This has been the WORST day of my life. First of all, I had the day off so I slept in until 11:25. When I woke up I had NOTHING to do, so I went shopping and bought a pair of pants and some shirts. To top it all off, I'm going out with friends tonight. Ugh! Damn, my life fucking sucks, man.Sorry, didn't mean to bring the party down.
The Internet connection for most of Seattle was down for 2 hours. That deserves some sort of pity to bring to the party. I wonder if productivity went down or up.
My ever expanding ass hurts.
In a month, my entire job will change...But, I will still have a job. And for that I am grateful...
I'm feeling much better today all. So if you still need pity, I just can't help you.-not sharing the lovep.s. I am SO sorry, Marie. Sounds horrible. ; )
I'm over it, ksra, just as you are. But boy, was it about to get ugly. Cheers!
What kind of cheers? Like they do at Summer camp? Like: Ooh, Sandy, you so fine, you so fine you blow my mind! Hey Sandy! ?
The cheers I had in mind had something more to do with beer than pom-poms, but sure. Hey Sandy! Woooo! *triple backflip* Who's Sandy? What happened to Mickey?
Mickey pooped in my silverware drawer. We're not speaking.
Note to self: Don't ever use [k]'s silverware.
It's Friday, and I had a thoroughly excremental work day. I didn't leave the office til 7pm and soon, some time after midnight, my better half, miserable and dressed as a "60s chick", is going to pull up outside my house and take me to the 24 hour supermarket to buy vegetables. In good news, I just saw Lost In Translation again.
Shit! I just missed Donnie Darko!
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