when the revolution comes...!
augh, i've been saying this for months around the cubefarm. 'when the revolution comes, no one will use blue ink! when the revolution comes, no one will snort! when the revolution comes, diet coke for all in the fridge!' and on and on and on. to be expected, some annoying ukranian chick pulled me aside and gave me the, 'yes, you say revolution, but i say i live through one revolution and one is enough revolution so please no more talk of revolution.' right. ok. sure. i promise MY MILITARY POWERS WON'T UPROOT YOUR ASS, MORON. still, tommunism is, like, 30 seconds away.
my idiot bosslady is ready to give birth to boris, her spawn (yes, she's russian) any minute now. her doc pushed up the due-date a week so she's ready to go NEXT FRIDAY (can i get an amen) and i'm happy as a clam. i started touching myself when i heard this on thursday... the sooner the better. she got herself into an, 'i'm the boss, look what i have to say!' email battle with venerable vps and directors (and we lesser peons) today in which she promptly lost credibility and her cause. really, the greatest end to friday for which i could have asked.
but enough work shmirk.
i may have an interview next week. job to which i applied is insipid, but not like i work in a kaleidoscope of activity now, so insipid sans bosslady (apres the leave, of course) is still better than insipid avec bosslady. at the same salary. the cool one, who packed her desk up today, by the way, told our crack human resources department, in her exit interview, that she's leaving for all of $1500 more. 'so it wasn't the money.' 'no, no, no. it was the quality of life. and my manager is clueless. my director is not much better.' 'so you would have stayed if you had a better management experience.' 'yes. absolutely.'
well well. let's see where this goes.
this weekend isn't terribly well packed. had a bit of a week... sunday was the big marathon brunch mancat throws every year, where big daddy [your humble author] caught a cold, monday, i felt sick / stoned (don't mind if i do) all day. tuesday, i hauled ass to the island of long to vote (green. it was a toss-up between that and socialist workers) but at least we kept the republicans out office here. (though hillary got in, augh. AUGH. HATE hillary.) wednesday, i got indian and found a piece of glass in my palak paneer. (ask me some other time... the owner was MOST apologetic.) thursday, i had the ney experience (again, some other time.) and today, met some friends for happy hour and cheap (as hell) sushi. (thank you, runner boy.) had a week, time for a weekend. cheers to your weekends, kids.
and this pic is to live in the annals of history... shithead santorum, who, THANK GOD, was voted out, with his bizarre, and clearly mentally challenged, family.
my idiot bosslady is ready to give birth to boris, her spawn (yes, she's russian) any minute now. her doc pushed up the due-date a week so she's ready to go NEXT FRIDAY (can i get an amen) and i'm happy as a clam. i started touching myself when i heard this on thursday... the sooner the better. she got herself into an, 'i'm the boss, look what i have to say!' email battle with venerable vps and directors (and we lesser peons) today in which she promptly lost credibility and her cause. really, the greatest end to friday for which i could have asked.
but enough work shmirk.
i may have an interview next week. job to which i applied is insipid, but not like i work in a kaleidoscope of activity now, so insipid sans bosslady (apres the leave, of course) is still better than insipid avec bosslady. at the same salary. the cool one, who packed her desk up today, by the way, told our crack human resources department, in her exit interview, that she's leaving for all of $1500 more. 'so it wasn't the money.' 'no, no, no. it was the quality of life. and my manager is clueless. my director is not much better.' 'so you would have stayed if you had a better management experience.' 'yes. absolutely.'
well well. let's see where this goes.
this weekend isn't terribly well packed. had a bit of a week... sunday was the big marathon brunch mancat throws every year, where big daddy [your humble author] caught a cold, monday, i felt sick / stoned (don't mind if i do) all day. tuesday, i hauled ass to the island of long to vote (green. it was a toss-up between that and socialist workers) but at least we kept the republicans out office here. (though hillary got in, augh. AUGH. HATE hillary.) wednesday, i got indian and found a piece of glass in my palak paneer. (ask me some other time... the owner was MOST apologetic.) thursday, i had the ney experience (again, some other time.) and today, met some friends for happy hour and cheap (as hell) sushi. (thank you, runner boy.) had a week, time for a weekend. cheers to your weekends, kids.
and this pic is to live in the annals of history... shithead santorum, who, THANK GOD, was voted out, with his bizarre, and clearly mentally challenged, family.
posted by tom at 1:59 AM
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