And suddenly understanding breaks across his brow like a welcome dawn after long (and deeply annoying) night.
It is, in fact, one of those days. I am very cranky.

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Alls I am saying is how come I never get to go to rehab for 14 days?

I forgot to tell you I want someone to make a Palin/Prejean 2012 bumper sticker, because you should never think things like “It *CAN’T* get any worse than George W. Bush!!!”

Nan: Where are you guys???
Me: Where are you? Why aren't you at school?
Nan: No, Mom, where are you??
Me: Hannah, where am I EVER????? I am at WORK!!!!!
Nan: No, where's Marni? She's not here. Why is the truck here????
Me: Sorry, I carpooled to work. The truck is just sitting there.
Nan: You guys never tell me anything!!

Little Red Writing Ink looked at the wall before her and said “Boss, what a clean whiteboard you have!” and The Boss replied “All the better to flowchart with, my dear.”
Little did she realize what looked like her Boss was actually Corporate disguised in brown polyester and sensible heels.
Come closer my dear.

3,497 Days in captivity.
That is how many days have passed since I started working here.

Three Thousand Four Hundred and Ninety Seven Days.

3,000 + 400 + 90 + 7 + Today.

OMG.

LJ may be so 2004 (Frank!) but I just wanted to say 450 e-mails in my inbox!! That is practically 250 which is almost zero!
Even my inbox knows a change is in the cards.

This is now the only stress-relieving time-wasting website I can get to from work.

And I think I may need to attend a 12 step program for people who keep buying dolls to cut them up and alter them.
Seriously.

If there was a profession where being distracted and restless were important skills for success, I would be totally set!

Work is for babies.