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Aaargh.
Is it ever gonna be time for spring clothes? I'm always ready to admit a more-than-passing fondness for wool peacoats, but even I can only take so much of it. What's worse, half my current wardrobe is over six months old! It's what I get for shopping early, I suppose.
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Could be worse.
Most of these people are a lot less pushy than the reporters had been last year.
And a few of them are a lot better looking~Still, I'd like to give a cookie to all the ones who bothered to swing by the sign-in sheet without my having to flag them down. They seem to be getting better about it, tho. I think they'll have gotten it by the time they' ( Read more... ) -
Love me, love me not?
I love winter.
I hate headcolds.
I reaaally hate taking care of small children with headcolds. With all the bazillion other people my sister has on speed-dial, all of whom have ten times more maternal instinct than I'll ever possess, she has to call me when she and the hubby gotta book it out of town for the weekend ( Read more... ) -
Thursday is not supposed to be manic.
What are these papers on my desk? I don't speak... is this French?
My 'special' brownies are missing from the bottom drawer....
And someone took the track-ball out of my mouse. I swear, this is just like High School. Did someone let loose a horde of monkeys in the office? -
August 8th
Is it really only Wednesday? Ugh. At least I work on the first floor.
Yo, Ikkaku! Kazumi says the kids are asking for you. -
Car woe.
Y'know I'd really been hoping that the noise from last night was the neighbor's AC again, and not rain. Needless to say, I was quite disappointed when I went out and checked this morning ( Read more... ) -
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I've always thought sign-in sheets were a fairly easy-to-understand procedure. The recent slew of visitors has shown me otherwise. I don't know how many times I've had to remind people that if they don't have a corporate ID, they need to fill in their name, who they're here to see, and the time they arrive. Hell, tell me, and I'll write it all ( Read more... ) -
Uh-oh.
OOOOOOOOOOH! Th- that- That man! I cannot believe he would talk to me like that, I don't care who he is! "Your point is?" Oh, I'll show him the point. The point of my ballpoint pen embedded in his fat head. Spoiled, uppity, disrespectful asshat! To think, a member of the Board of Directors...
Oh, shit.
I just complained to the CEO about a member ( Read more... ) -
My hair.
This humidity is simply god-awful. It’s taking me twice as much time in the morning to get my hair to behave, and I’m going through styling gel like no one’s business. And believe me, when you’re staring in the mirror first thing in the morning, wondering how to turn that rat’s nest into something even vaguely presentable, calling in sick sounds ( Read more... )