No doubt!

can't believe I forgot where I was before I posted that

I have to stay here until I finish making a pretty chart using Department of Labor figures for hourly and annual wage figures (with my suggestions for future salary ranges) for every single position in the company. I foresee being here until, um, next year.

I'm counting the minutes until I get off.

Actually it wasn't so bad, my boss came in and took me and my co worker to lunch (second week in a row!) treated us and we got back in time for me to do payroll. which is done.

The Music City Bowl starts soon, and I'm going to be checking the score, if FSU sucks as badly* as I think they will then I'm skipping the second half of the game and going home, otherwise it's off to Dad's. Actually I need to acquire a few episodes of SPN for viewing.

• Not only have they played badly there was a cheating scandal and around 36 players are not travelling to the bowl game. Atlhough some of those not travelling were injured the majority were cheating. It's been a very pathetic season.

I'm in a funk this year sports wise, not only has FSU struggled but the Tampa Bay Lightning suck mightly. They are either 3 rd or 4th worst in the entire NHL and it's sad to watch.

BOSS IS SO MEAN.

He is leaving for the day. He is going to his girlfriend's house which is 6 doors down from my house.

HE WON'T LET ME LEAVE!

Butt. Face.

pouts

Preeetty!!! [link]

Aims, seriously?

He does have a face of butt.

...

Fuckcake.

Me: Can I head home?
Boss: What? NO! Look at all that work you have to do! (flips through mail on my desk)
Me: It's all junk mail! I already posted the rent that was in there!
Boss: You're leaving early on Wednesday!
Me: I wasn't even supposed to be here today!
Boss: See ya Wednesday, Dante.*

* This was not really his response. It was his response in my head to make him a lot cooler than he is at this precise moment. Also, I needed to make up for my wrong Star Trek shout-out last night.

Aimee that s ucks!!

Mom was funny this weekend. She called me on Saturday about 7:00pm saying "Don't you want to go clothes shopping, you need something in case you get that interview. We could go to Ross." I thought that was kinda fishy at 7:o0 at night, so I asked "You want a reason to go baby shopping don't you?" (becuase she told me she was in Target earlier) and there was a pause and then "Well, yes. But still we could look for you."

We found nothing for me and a couple baby things but the line was too long.

Also, Mom wants to try and stay away from Made in China, but she realized that just about everything is so it's been hard. She was wondering if y'all knew of places to get baby clothes and things (blankets, burp clothes, etc) that aren't made in China, preferably Made in America.

Mom's already bought some socks and a Boppy for the baby, she said "Even if they already have a Boppy I'll need one here."

OH MY GIDDY AUNT. Someone just brought in their 3 under five year old children who are all chattering very loudly in his office while he socializes with others up and down the hall.

SOME OF US ARE HERE TO GET WORK DONE. OTHERWISE WE. WOULD. NOT. BE. HERE!

Kill me now.

Oooh, what a stinkbuttface! Your boss is made of lame, Aimee.

Oh, dear God, that dress. I just emailed the link to my dressmaker friend begging her to put it on the project agenda for 2008.

askye, your mom may have more luck if she's willing to shop online -- or at least poke around online. There are lots of made-in-America and even made-in-America-organic-cotton baby clothing makers all over the interpipes; if she's not comfy shopping online, she could always at least check the websites to see if they list any brick-and-mortar retailers.

And your mom is awesome (and sneakily clever) for getting a Boppy to live at her place. The less crap the new parents have to lug with them when they go visiting, the more likely they are to be willing to go visiting.

Work here is dead, dead, dead. I'm whiling away the remaining hours reading my way back through years of Slacktivist and Feministing archives (though Slacktivist is making me kind of sad; there's a whipsmart, wry, literate lefty amateur theologian commenting on recent threads who reminds me very much of Cindy and is making me miss Cindy's spicy brains more than I usually do, which is already no small amount).