Too many hours in front of computer...attention span diminishing...thinking of taking a walk in the mall for some relief...many things are hideously wrong with that thought...

I'm at work. Therefore, I should probably be working. However, the less-than-stunning project that I am working on involves transferring a bunch of people's job descriptions into the proper format one by one. I estimated it would take me about an hour to do each one. Turns out it only takes about twenty minutes, but you and I are the only ones ( Read more... )

I promise I will explain my post from yesterday as soon as I get more than two minutes alone with a computer and an internet connection. The short explaination is that I really needed to scream, but at the same time I needed to maintain a polite smile and not put my fist through my desk. LJ provided a convenient temporary outlet.

I am so fucking pissed!! (Al's having a flashback to the corner) I don't even have the words to express my outrage at the sheer stupidity. Maybe later.

And if there are any stupid "aww sweetie" or "calm dawn" sort of replies to this post I swear I will...uh...do something uncharacteristic (and not in a good way) the next time I see the offending

If anyone still needs a gmail invite, I have some.

So my dad got sick and our Christmas trip is canceled. He'll be fine, but he's pretty miserable right now.
If the weather does not continue to suck, I'm going to drive to New York for New Year's. If the weather is crap, I'll be in town. What's up for New Year's kids?

A Series of Unfortuate Events. Tonight. At the Levee. 9:50pm. I'll be at the ticket booth at 9:30pm. See you there.

Dan and I are planning to see A Series of Unfortunate Events tomorrow evening. No time ot place has been set yet. Anyone want to join us?

I'm doing the "My job is stupid. What the hell am I doing here?" Dance. It involves lots of flinging my glasses across the room in Mascari-like fashion. (Not many people here are going to get that reference. So fucking what?) It's fucking hilarious and extremely unproductive. Procrastinate. Procrastinate. Procrastinate. Procrastinate. ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here waiting for the computer guy to call back and I decided to play around with the isLove generator some more. As a non-computer geek, the code means almost nothing to me. Hence, it took 4 or 5 tries for me to realize that the words were drawn directly from the interests on my user info page. Doh!