and then looked it up in Snopes herself

weeps happy tears.

I blocked two family members from my email. They go straight to trash. I tried the Snopes thing. They never send me any sort of family news or anything that isn't a FWD:, so I finally said, "fuck it."

Oh my god, work today is like having a half-dozen evil toddlers vying for my attention, and I am going to SNAP LIKE AN UNPACKED CIGARETTE, and then they'll all realize that I was the last one in the box, all woebegone and bent, and that there isn't a gas station open for MILES and MILES.

Insent, tommyrot, from my Lexis account to your gmail.

Thank yew!

So it's evil, smoking toddlers, shrift?

That's . . . really easy to picture, actually.

Note for Hec's file: shrift's similes get extra weird when she's angry.

I'm trying to convince myself that no, I may not leave early, even if they keep postponing an actual release of this system I'm documenting. They're still going to want the training like three seconds after it is finally released, and they're going to be looking at me.

Or I could go home and nap.

Shrift's work day is mine. We opened a new building. Things weren't quite ready and didn't quite work, and my boss deserved killin' 'cause her way of dealing with stress is to make the lives of those around her miserable.

The building's pretty, though.

Things weren't quite ready and didn't quite work

and nobody could possibly have predicted that! t bitter

I vote nap.

I'm getting pinged by my sister, my mother, multiple coworkers, even more clients, and somebody's Outlook Express just stopped recognizing his personal folders, so mentally I'm huddling under the bed.