I have toys in my cubical to help me get through the day.

Bad day bad day bad day.

Just one bonehead after another.

I pray my car breaks on my lunch hour so I don't have to come back here.

I am allergic to my cubical.

I never sneeze this much at home.

It is viturally impossible to wear my contact lenses here.

Boo I wanna go home.

So much to decide so little time really.

Finally something to motivate me!

Whoo!

My two year wedding aniversary is this month ( Read more... )

Jack isn't in kidney failure!

He's just on ANOTHER medication....

Dam cat...

It's too bad I love him so much.

Expensive little shit.

My cat is sick.

again.

More antibiotics and worry.

Great.

The crazy janitor man is behind me dusting a window.

He's crazy!

He's even got one of those lazy eyes just to make him look authentic.

FREAK!

If I end up as a lampshade at lease you can point the cops in the right direction.

My job is what pays my bills.

I come to work because of my responsibilities.

I come to work because my husband.

I come to work to be able to eat.

I come to work to pay for my dam sickly cat.

I come to work to maintain my lifestyle....

At least that's what I keep telling myself.

I am here at work.

On my break.

My cubical is RIGHT next to some windows to mock me with a beautiful view of the sky as I type.

I wanna go home.

I was sick the past few days and now that I finally ate something me tummy hurts again.

Bastard!