Aarrrgh! Monday and Tuesday critical developer was out of the office, so key meeting was delayed two days. Today only-slightly-less-critical
two
developers are out of the office, so the key meeting can't be today either. And we were supposed to deliver the results Monday.
Me? I feel like crap on toast, but because I kinda always do, I figure no point in actually staying home. But if I'd known, I totally would have. Especially since I got stuck in traffic on the commute in and had to call in for the meeting I'm covering for New Guy (who's also out today).
I so want to go home at lunch.
Did I mention Boss isn't here either?
Pigs are smarter than dogs. THIS VIEW ELIMINATES BACON. PLEASE REVISE!!!!11! (I actually think it's vaguely skeevy to eat animals, yet so tasty, I fail at my own moral code. ALAS.)
Yeah, that's the dilemma. Oh well, better to abandon this whole "moral code" thing rather that risk feeling guilty about eating bacon....
That's a sucky pile of frustration, ita.
As consolation, I offer you this amusing exchange from Grosse Point Blank.
Martin Blank: Did you go to your [10th high school] reunion?
Joan Cusack's character: I did sir. It was if everyone had swelled.
ION, I hate it when hipster zombies fart so hard shit, PBR and iPod nanos get in your hair.
Goodness. I thought I lived in Hippieville-on-the-Bolin. But there's a strong note of Hipster rising there, too. Patchouli or Old Spice (worn ironically)? How to chose?
ION, I hate it when hipster zombies fart so hard shit, PBR and iPod nanos get in your hair.
I now have a new idea for a Halloween costume - the "victim of a hipster zombie attack."
The thing I find confusing about hipsters is that they sort of look like my friends and I (who were very uncool) in the eighties. So I meet them and think they are going to be nice geeky people and then I realize that they are not. They did seem to bring back fitted pants for men, so I will give them that.
I also feel about chicken how tommy feel about cows.
I was once chased by a herd of cows, on a hill, in the woods, in Sicily. Cows are terrifying at speed, let me say.
I have never been chased by a herd of hispters, but I suppose if I could figure out the right thing to shout in a rock club or the local vegetarian restaurant I might be some day; this town has 'em in spades.
On the upside, it's Hump Day and Leverage and Psych night. If I can survive that long.
I have never been chased by a herd of hispters, but I suppose if I could figure out the right thing to shout in a rock club or the local vegetarian restaurant I might be some day; this town has 'em in spades.
Go into a vegan restaurant and accuse someone of being a welfarist. Sparks will fly. It could be fun!
