Emails to self would've made all of last week go half as fast.
Today the emails to self were along the lines of:
I know you are a physician and a really bright guy but did it ever occur to you to click Reports on the menu to find your desired report. Oh yeah, it is so much less effort to write me and ask me where to find your favorite report since your receptionist isn't there to do it for you.
Work sucks. People are lazy and stupid. Most of the time I love my work and my customers. Today is just ever so Monday.
Who's your type? The PDF cartoon is very cute.
The thing about the Girls Gone Wild dude that makes me laugh and laugh is the pure arrogance he's soaking in by living in his little bubble. He actually thinks he can call up an LA Times reporter, call her a whore, and think he's in any way intimidating her.
And he's so unbelievably stupid that he calls her editor with his bullshit "she's in love with me" story, which just proves her entire impression of him to be truth. Hence the article getting printed.
There's vindication, there, and if I may laugh smugly in his direction, sweetie, you're out-of-your-league in the world of non-scumbag people. It just doesn't work outside of 17-year-old drunk girls with low self-worth.
I mean, it's a tribute to his own stupidity to think that because he can manipulate, abuse, and intimidate drunk teenagers, he can do the same thing to a reporter at a major newspaper, simply because she's female.
She just crushes him. It's fabulous.
She just crushes him. It's fabulous.
Yes, it is, because she crushes him with the truth. With doing her job in a most excellent fashion and with really well-crafted writing. Just like a real journalist.
(Sorry--I just finished reading Lapdogs, and am currently in a bit of a funk over the depressing state of the mainstream media right now.)
Not enough people who post and entertain me.
Not enough people who want to post in Natter! HAHAHAHAHA
t /2nd grade.
goodnight!
