so i broke a group of staples off from a larger piece and they fit perfectly inside the width of a staple. i.e., if there had been one more staple, they wouldn't have fit and it didn't take pruning--it was all in the initial break. it's little accidents like this that remind me that jesus is looking out for me, when he's not trying to plow chicks, of course
everyday you see me . . . that's the worst day of my life. today was department birthday luncheon day. jeez did they pick a crappy place. $8.50 for a shit-ass grilled chicken sandwich, a bag of pretzels and the tiniest piece of brownie EVER (it could have fit on my fingernail, i tell you for true).
and then the whole time you have to sit there in this antiseptic environment in the break room with the company's "Health Minders" (i.e., weight watchers of a different name) down at the other end going "woo-hoo" at everyone's weigh-in.
i'm goin crazy with my co-worker screaming inside to let out a friggin
F-bomb so that people can have this office reality smashed and realize that our slave cubes (no connection with the actual
institution of slavery) need to be ablolish-ed because we all came from the sea apparently. and because i think it's a funny word
i think i'm going to take up dale's suggestion and start smoking to have an excuse to go outside.