I love my brother, but... just. fucking ew. apparently just before I got home tonight, my brother stumbled into my room. and, i'm guessing just before i got up the stairs, he threw up booze in my bed. it fucking soaked through the mattress. he better clean that shit up. It's. fucking. vile. seriously.
It's official. I work with morons. They offered one of my co-workers a position for being in charge of outsourcing our contracts to India. Let me repeat that. They offered one of my co-workers a position. He is now in charge of outsourcing our livlihoods. ALL our livlihoods. They're calling it a promotion. He accepted.
on thursday we got pulled into a meeting with our operations director (read: my boss's boss). they're outsourcing some of our work. TO. FUCKING. INDIA.
a) my official title is Publishing Support Assistant (II). my job function is COPYEDITOR
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Apparently the art people at work think I'm approachable. I need to fix that. I hope it's not too late. bwahahahaha! No, but seriously, in the past 3 months, I've had to hack the system so many times to fix the problems that they're bringing me. I am teh 1337 h4x0rz. Or something. Guess I just will have to talk to Jon about fixing the system. Blah.
Other than being a gripping murder mystery, The Da Vinci Code is a pretty worthless book. Don't waste your time. And by "gripping murder mystery" I mean "cliche suspense novel with a predictable ending, but, because of my sudden fear of night in the suburbs, whatever keeps me up until the sun also rises is ok by me".