Somebody's got a case of the Mondays. And by "somebody," I mean the city of Chicago.
I just had what turned into a cute conversation on the way into the office. Two colleagues, a woman and a man, and me, and we're talking about the trip the other woman and I are about to go on, and she says she's trying to figure out what to wear. The man immediately says, "Summer dresses!" Hee. He was saying he's jealous because men's professional clothes are so much hotter than women's.
Thank goodness, in another two weeks,
Walking Dead
goes on hiatus, so that I'll be able to catch
Cosmos
in real time. (The roommate reserves
The Good Wife
for her immediate viewing pleasure. Each week we have a polite standoff over who gets to watch, since she doesn't want to be in the room while WD is on....)
HOLY SHITBALLS
my boss is in his office. like still here. oh hai uncomfortable Monday. FUCK OFF!
I don't know how I'm going to contain myself until after my boss gets sacked next Wednesday.
He said his last day in the position, in the office was Thursday. TO MY FACE!!!
I hate liars. I hate lying liars who lie.
Not empty, just cleaned out a lot. Lots of the files would need to be there whomever is in the position.
If him telling me was just a test of loyalty. Clearly I failed and I will need to leave asap because he will be IMPOSSIBLE to work under now.
Yeah, isn't his office empty? What's he going to do all day?
Maybe he is also unpleasantly surprised by the fact that he is back in the office?