Oh, that's great! So you had to take that nasty examination with all the sugar drinking?
Oh, yes. There were two rounds. The first one, I failed. The second one involved an early, fasting blood draw followed by drinking even MORE sugary stuff and then by a blood draw every three hours. I have HUGE bruises in the crook of both arms but I'm thankfully FREE of the GD.
Which means, of course, I still need to be reasonable about what I eat but I don't have to militantly ban all the good stuff (i.e. Krispy Kreme) from my diet.
So I want many of them to show up, just not ALL of them.
Hmmm. Any chance of a transit strike in your area?
That goes double when fully half the employees make a profession out of being bored.
Wait, you mean I could do this professionally? This opens up broad new vistas of job opportunities for me.
Hmmm. Any chance of a transit strike in your area?
Ha! That would mean five people would show.
Nah, I'm sure it will be fine, and everyone will have a seat. I just hate the idea that potentially cranky people will have my name.
OMG and the guy who is apparently incapable of spelling out "please"? I'm going to cut him. Seriously. He can apparently only type "pl."
He can apparently only type "pl."
Misinterpret it for maximum embarassment (his). People, place, placate, plate, platypus, pleasure, plankton . . .
"Dear Asshat Coworker. I've attempted to interpret your non-standard abbreviations. Please explain what "pleather" has to do with our work flow management problems?"
You would be tragically wrong.
And this just made me think of tragically lickable John. Mm.
And this just made me think of tragically lickable John. Mm.
Ah. Yet another reason I haven't gotten much done today.
Because it's a better option than flying to Chicago and bludgeoning the people I'm working with.
Outsource. I've got some time free this afternoon, plus some residual rage from last week that I could stand to work out on someone.
