Also, I can't recall anyone ever being whinged at or insulted if they didn't want to participate in Too Much Candy.
So, this year, if anyone wants to Opt Out of Too Much Candy be sure to wear a pink bow tie.
No pink bow tie and I'm onna yer neck...
::stabinates boob guy::
OK, I think I'm done working for the day now. And maybe am only dropping one ball. Ugh. I kind of hate being out of the office.
I kind of hate being out of the office.
You hate being in the office. You're not leaving yourself much room for non-hate.
They get to have their boobs groped, thus proving to themselves that they are "good enough."
Heh. Yes, this. Which sums up a lot of what was wrong in my early adulthood, I fear.
You know, back when I was going to cons.
(It turns out, I have lingering Issues about this.)
You hate being in the office. You're not leaving yourself much room for non-hate.
I don't hate being in the office! Especially now that I don't have to deal with annoying ex-boss.
Not that I would mind being independently wealthy.
I don't hate being in the office!
Ya say that now...
I would mind being independently wealthy.
Amen.
Fail blog
Okay. To home. In the hurty shoes.
You know what I do hate? Having more to do than I have the resources for (time, staff, whatever). That's what I hate.
But seriously, I don't hate my job. There are moments, of course.
OK, that's it. Time to watch baseball.
I should've left the radio tuned to NPR instead of putting in a CD and checking DailyKos when I got home. It's so much more satisfying to pound a steering wheel than a cushion.
I'm still information-free regarding the primary, and with the magic of TiVo I should be able to keep it that way for a few more hours.
I'm going to watch baseball once it starts at 7:00, and tell DH on pain of death that he can't tell me results, or even say, "Huh. Interesting." while looking at the computer until at least 90% of the results are in.
When am I going to learn not to let myself care so much about these things?