Sounds like a Serbian or Bosnian name.

AKA, in Utah, "one of them damned foreigners who are wrecking god-fearing American life as we know it, and I bet he's an illegal, too."

No one will follow up to see if he was born in this country or not, because it's much nicer to settle back into the easy chair, mutter discontentedly, scratch your belly, and thank God for making you a superior person.

Can I go home for Mardi Gras now? I don't just want to leave for the day. I want to go back to Louisiana, get as debauched as I possibly can and make up for it for 40 days.

I have a project that is about to kill me with it's nitpickiness. It's like "Here, go through every page in this case and figure out what's wrong. Now, here's the other 717 you need to go through. Can you have it done end of the day tomorrow? Also, we changed something yesterday, so you'll have to go back and fix those too. Cheers!"

No one had anything to say about the puppy? He's at least as cute as anything on Cute Overload (still overlord in my head). I may be biased though.

Okay, now that I am home after an hour an a half of travel and drifts up to my WAIST, I am revising my opinion. Definitely a minor snowpocalypse.

3:36 on Tuesday afternoon isn't too early to submit a requisition form for a redo on the entire week, is it? 'Cause so far this one blows. By the time today ends I'll have walked 33 blocks, spent $1500 on car repairs and cabs, and slept about 4 hours. I want a refund.

Cute Overload (still overlord in my head)

BWAHAHAHAHAA!!

"Kneel before my big bwown doe eyes! Quail in terror at my twitchy widdle nose! Cower, brief mortals, as I wag my tail just as hawd as I can, yes I am, yes I'm wagging my tail aren't I who's a good boy, den?"

What's up, MM.

Can you send a curse out to my coworkers who keep dumping absurd shit on my desk?

3:36 on Tuesday afternoon isn't too early to submit a requisition form for a redo on the entire week, is it?

Nope. I think I'm getting sick again.

Kneel before my big bwown doe eyes! Quail in terror at my twitchy widdle nose! Cower, brief mortals, as I wag my tail just as hawd as I can, yes I am, yes I'm wagging my tail aren't I who's a good boy, den?"

Yep. That's about how it goes in my head.

Yikes, shrift. I drove a friend home (she lives a block or two from work) beccause the slush was pretty bad and she really didn't want her husband driving with the kids in this weather.

Here, the icepocalypse is under way. The second the rain hit my windshield, it froze. Once I had the heat blowing through the defrosters, it got a little better, but basically any surface not subject to a blast of heat? Was getting coated. I covered my windshield with a tarp.

Since it is supposed to get worse overnight, I predict tomorrow will be really ugly. And slick.

Can you send a curse out to my coworkers who keep dumping absurd shit on my desk?

Oh, man, that's my peeve, too.

Let's see...

*ahem*

"May the dull and tedious minutiae of a billion middle-managers accumulate on their desks, in their cars and homes, yea even in their very beds. May they be compelled to deal with all that stupid shit, and may their backs be bent and eyes be strained in working out precisely where the fuck this is supposed to go, dammit, why is it even in this department? And may their fingers bleed eternally from a million paper-cuts, and may those wounds be reopened daily by new stupid shit in their inboxes, who the hell put this here?"