Actually, I know exactly what the hell I am doing. I’d just rather be home.
I’m working on a presentation I have to give this week. I’m sitting at my computer waiting for some data downloads to finish running so I can drop 'em into Excel and make some fancy-schmancy charts. And the system seems to be running slow. So I’ve got some free time.
Friday was my first day off after working 19 straight days because we’re understaffed and people took vacation. Friday also happened to be my birthday. I spent my birthday running from place to place shopping for a birthday present for my sister, whose birthday was Saturday.
Saturday I worked again, and here it is Sunday and I’m at work again.
I think when the paychecks are handed out, they should arive with a coupon for a free blowjob from Charlize Theron.
Bummer about being stuck at work, though. I’d get you a present but you’re all the way out in St. Louie (I call it St. Louie cuz I know you love to hear it that way:D) and I’m kinda short this week and…
Maybe you should send a memo to the HR department on the Charlize idea. Nah, on second thought you better not. In my experience, HR always downgrades requests. You might wind up with Bea Arthur or something.
Had to be downtown at 10 AM. I didn’t get two hours sleep.
Worked 13(!) hours (helping attorneys prepare for an arbitration).
Came back here to post.
Yeah, I’m addicted. Also sick at heart, and somewhat of body. Emotional trauma, lack of sleep, and I think I’ve had four meals since last Tuesday, and one of them was a bowl of soup.
Bleah.
Oh, and happy belated birthday to Crunchy Frog. I can muster that much cheer.