So far today I have -

Tripped over my own feet resulting in turning over my chair and falling
Tripped and fell walking UP the stairs
Dropped a bunch of metal mail box slots, hitting my legs and ankles.
Broken two finger nails

I have about an hour and a half left in the office and am wondering what other damage I can do to myself.

They are pretty in pink. But why do I have such a difficult time opening the darn things. Not as bad as CD's of course ( Read more... )

I'm drowning in office snail mail. Why oh why do I have to distribute all this junk mail? There are about 130 mail boxes. Like I don't have anything better to do with my time.
I'm in mail hell!!!!!!!!

I have a crush on the "cute mail boy" as I refer to him at work. I have no intentions of acting on it. But still it's kinda fun. Mmmm "cute mail boy"

Anyone remember those ads from the 80's? I miss the one with David Bowie holding up his cup of Joe and proudly proclaiming "I'm a coffee achiever."

too much coffee makes Denise nauseous
too much coffee makes Denise nauseous
too much coffee makes Denise nauseous
too much coffee makes Denise nauseous

Mmmmm -

Cute mail boy is the only one at work that commented on my vintage eye glasses. Spiffy!
I even have the hair style to go with them. Now if I can just slim down so I can where the couple of office appropreate dresses to compleate the look.
No one else has noticed or said anything.

Too much work to do, must stop messing with LJ...

Want to write! and more then that want to catch up one what is going on with everyone, but I'm just too busy with work. And I don't see that changing at all.
It is so time for me to plug in at home. Anyone want to send me money my computer fund?

I like my new job = Good

The other morning a coworker that I had not meet said "good morning Betty Paige" = very good (that was the first complement I have gotten in a long time)

Dreaming about my cat Robin being vivisected whilst alive and that it is some how my fault = very Bad
(I still can't get that dream out of my head)