Archive for November 30th, 2006

I’m just writing this in case I die

I think it’s about 45 degrees in my office. I’m pretty much sweating to death over here.

15 more minutes….

Gasp….

I don’t know why my area of the building has suddenly gained the same climate as Aruba, but it’s still -16 outside. I’m even wearing a light shirt but I’m rockin’ pit stains from the damn heat!

The worst part is that the other side of the building is a lovely, cool temperature!

RECIPIE FOR A DELICIOUS BAKED LMIZZLE:
1 LMizzle
Salt and pepper to taste

Put LMizzle in unreasonably hot office at 300 degrees for 8 hours. Turn over after first four hours to ensure both sides are crisp and golden.

Serves eight.

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No, YOU’RE a jerk!

It has happened. I have hit a point with “Anne” where I am so disenchanted about being treated like I’m eleven, that I think I’m turning into an eleven year old. I just read a snooty email from her explaining that I have such and such to complete today, and that it should keep me going for a while (*BIG FAKE SMILE*). I caught myself making a stink-face at my monitor!!!

Has it come down to this?! Am I stooping to the sub-idiot level with my stink-faces and fake “YIPPEEEEE” when she gives me something new to do? Next thing you know, I’ll be wearing diapers and shitting on the binders in my office. I won’t even be able to reach the damn lock on my door!

I can’t help but feel extreme aversion to this woman. Day after day now I am being talked to like I am fucking stuff up left and right, when really it is SHE who is forgetting to input things and losing faxes and just being generally shitty.

She’s emailing me on the hour to harass me to answer the generic phone lines and take messages, when the damn phone is in HER AREA.

YOU GET UP AND DO IT!

Agh. I kind of hate myself for turning into a snotty kid when I am near her, but I just can’t seem to help myself. I’d like to be someone who doesn’t take things like this personally, but when I’m sitting through it for eight hours a day, I either do what I’m doing now, or I jump off the building into the street!

Maybe I should just bring a dog to work to leave a poop surprise….and by surprise, I just mean take a dump on her chair or something.

Tee hee!

Zelda Movie Time!

Poor Little Pug

So today was the ill-fated day my little buddy Winston had to lose his balls. He was so scared!

I’m like one of those moms who worries all day when their kid is sick.

“Is he okay? I wonder what he’s doing? I hope they’re treating him nice!”

Yes indeed my little man, we have taken your manhood forever more. Now your ball sac looks like two deflated balloons. Awww, nonboy wants that!

He’s kind of moping around and chewing his bone and being grumpy, but I think he’ll be okay.

I was curious at the vet, so I asked, “So what exactly do you do with the balls after you take them? Like it’s not that I think you keep them, but do you just throw them out?”

“Uhhh, yeah, pretty much.”

Well geez, I thought I was going to get some kind of wonderous and amazing answer like, “well actually we use them for blah blah testing, which is really good for the dogs.”

WAY TO RUIN MY DREAM, PEOPLE WHO KNOW MORE ABOUT ANIMALS THAN ME!


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