My boss spelled my last name wrong in an email to someone Outside, and another coworker just spelled my first name wrong in an email!

Your last name is, like, phonetic, right?

I'm having really, really shitty day today. I just keep telling myself, bonus in two weeks... bonus in two weeks..., hoping that it will keep the jackholes and the douchebags at bay.

I just spent the last hour at my desk writing a blog entry. Is that what it's like to have a desk job that has few responsibilities? Cause if so, I totally missed that aspect of employment when I was in the classroom.

I laugh at the folks who are in the mid-atlantic with their storm fright. But I don't laugh too loudly as LA folks are morons in the rain and it looks like we have a big storm coming tomorrow or friday.

(Though not enough to drive out Bernadette from Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.)

The day anything does this will be the day when there is no chocolate left in the whole universe.

Signed, Loves Priscilla With A Fierceness That Might Be Called Psychotic

(P.S.: Have similar problems with that Elrond character, to greatly amusing effect.)

Your last name is, like, phonetic, right?

Yeah. I'm pretty sure she says it wrong, too, but she hardly ever says it in situations where I could correct her.

Oh! AND! Just recently I was saying how my grandfather said it without the second R, and it turns out most people spell it that way, too. So I said it out loud several times. She leaves out the first R.

Your last name is, like, phonetic, right?

SERIOUSLY. Poor Jesse. You totally need a right-handed cookie!

I want soup. Warm, creamy (or cheesy) soup. I could make this soup at home. But, I am here. Feh.

Check out this footwear for men: [link]

AFTER an absence of seven years on the menswear scene, Manolo Blahnik has dusted off his sketchbook - and created a line of men's shoes so fabulous, they are pretty much guaranteed to knock your man's socks off. The six-piece collection runs the gamut from safely stunning (the red suede Oxford brogue), to the outrageously gorgeous (in the shape of leopard print sandal, Bir). "It's not a big collection," reflects the designer, who was honoured with a CBE just a couple of weeks ago. "There are some simple sandals in beautiful materials, and a few classics - with a twist. I thought it was time to bring back some colour into the male wardrobe." Look out for the collection, due in store from February.

I'm trying to think where I could wear the leopard print sandals....

I just had a right-hand cookie! Now I feel overly full.

I swear, today is On The List.

I just spent the last hour at my desk writing a blog entry. Is that what it's like to have a desk job that has few responsibilities?

Yes. Or more responsibilities that you blow off.

ps - sarameg, I don't really think we work for the same people. but, given that it's funkytown, I think the people we each work for probably do share a brain, or even - by extension - a genome. most likely the crazy one. I pass you my mrboh dart set through the interwebs.

Signed, Loves Priscilla With A Fierceness That Might Be Called Psychotic

goes to sit with amych

and code little widgets that turn into blue-tongued lizards.