It's over. Freedom is at hand, and this is interesting:


My Personal Dna Report

It's I Don't Give A Fuck Friday!

You have a tax problem?
You didn't get it to me by now?
They'll Repo your car if I don't help you?
You'll owe a hundred grand if I don't get this done?

You waited and now....I DON'T GIVE A FUCK.

HAHAHAHA....sweet.

OMFG....One week until the tax deadline. My world just exploded. This is pure insanity.

The party was awesome. I really needed to not work for a while and let loose with you guys. The clock is ticking, 5 days to freedom....and the return of The Chairman.

Okay so I went from having somewhat of a social life to absolutely none at all. Work has become the all consuming monster that has eaten my life. I'm not complaining about the time/effort I put it because the rewards are well worth it. I am although taken aback and surprised by my cell phone: in my call log, the last 30 incoming, outgoing, and ( Read more... )

Sunday morning: I slept 12 hours and I'm still tired. The work boss, it is killing me. lol.

My boss, not my Dad, but my General Agent and therefore real big boss man said the following to me yesterday ( Read more... )

So I think it's happened. The warning signs are everywhere. Work is my life, I have the 'power lunch' every day. I laugh at jokes that don't contain swearing or refer to bodily fluids. I've developed a 'polite laugh' for my clients. I'm tired at 9pm. I stand around the water cooler between meetings with my colleagues and talk about American Idol or ( Read more... )

I work a lot. That's all.

I'd just like to say:

Last minute 6:30am conference calls with the east coast are HELLA UNACCEPTABLE. That is all.