santa baby...

what the hell goes on out in the burbs, anyway? hmm?

and i thought my boss was a twat

check this shit out... not a forward that went around incessantly, this went to a friend who is a former coworker of the recipient....

'The following disclaimers apply to this email:

I know it’s a holiday week and all of us are focused on getting out of dodge.
And I know that train problems can trip us up and don’t mean to harp on anyone for that.

But the fact that our status meeting this week was small enough for one table is just the worst example of what’s been happening the past few weeks.

Listen, when Jim left, we discussed getting rid of the Monday status meeting, I personally wasn’t sure it should go on, but for the sake of stability etc. it was decided for now to continue it. It may very well not continue into the new year.

But for the mean time, it is on, and it is mandatory. It is in the same time and place every f’ing week so nobody can say ‘my outlook reminder didn’t pop up.’

And it is currently part of my job to run it. As I consider all of you not only great co-workers but friends too, I don’t want to write a bitchy, catty email, not first thing Monday morning the week before Christmas in particular, but it remains that:

If you can’t make it in at 9:30 one day of the week, well, honestly, work at a record store or something.
Most of us need to go to the cafeteria anyway for coffee, so this shouldn’t be that big of a burden.

Basically what it boils down to is you’re making me look like an asshole, and I really don’t appreciate it. So thanks a whole hell of a lot.

Happy Holidays--'

this ice don't melt yo

happy blingin yup yup

if my life

got any fucking weirder, it would cease to exist in reality.

so this headcold just won't die. it's holding on for dear life, much like government mandated fun at the asylum. today was the floor pot luck 'celebration' salmonellafest2006. i have yet to go to one, as i question the cleanliness of, well, all my coworkers and their kitchens. so i duck out and go to the gym, as i'm wont to do, at, dontchaknow, exactly that time. was going to feign an interest and a drive-by to be noticed, but, really, what's the point. all day long, fa la la, was the floor trivia contest. eight geeks get together months in advance and come up with the moooost obscure questions about claymation specials, movies of yesteryear, christmas / chanukah / kwanzaa / winter solstice (YES) celebrations in random countries around the world, etc., it would be fun if it weren't so absurd, nor government mandated fun. 'clark griswold was employed doing what in what city in america in christmas vacation?' ok, easy one, but shit like that. so with the contest questions, every fifteen minutes, people are scrambling to wikipedia, google, and yelling out answers, if they already won a prize, so someone in his or her 'group' could also win. it was pandemonium. every fifteen minutes, complete pandemonium. so, i've got said headcold, and i really hate the too-cheery-for-her-own-good (and NO maryjanes do NOT go with everything, and if you won't remove the mole at least shave it) chick, and the salmonellafest2006, well, i laid low today. leaving, i got in the elevator with bossman who called me on my bah humbugdom. 'didn't see you at the party...' 'not feeling well, didn't bring a dish and didn't think it was right to scam food at the [orgy] buffet.' 'you could have gotten some soda or given money to [the useless floor admin] for the bbq they catered in.' (because they needed more food. and bbFUCKINGq at that.) 'i heard she wasn't taking money today so i thought i'd just lay low. that and this rancid headcold, well, didn't want to infect people.' (please. my wettest dream. 'ACHOO bitch. merry christmas.') 'you didn't win a prize in the trivia? you're a bright guy.' (i knew that nasty cunt put read receipts on her emailed questions, precisely why i deleted all but one, and that one i happened to wikipedia and didn't make in time. whoops. i tried...) 'this singer of 'blowin' in the wind celebrated chanukah. but what was his real name?' OH DEAR GOD. EVERYBODY MUST GET STONED, that's his fucking name. (and i smoked the most primo shit i've ever smoked IN MY LIFE EVER at a party on saturday. wow. but i digress.)

anyway. government mandated fun can bite me.

i've sworn my life to the second part of today, so on or about the first of the year (like i won't be hungover), i'll tell you part two of my 'you can't make this shit up' story of today. it involves my random lesbian neighbor and my employer. my two worlds collide? yep.

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random, and this has been on my mind... if you knew me from when this blog was before being a blog, drop me a line, eh? i'll 'splain later... igloo, catwoman, hottiefrenchcanadien, no bother.