Aug 19, 2003 15:04
I keep looking for reasons to call in to work, and then I come in anyway.
I can't help it. I have a strong work ethic.
For instance, this morning I woke up sneezy and headach-y. My body was sore.
Sean and Marcia were both home (lazy fuckers) and I wanted to lie around like a princess and have them feed me bonbons.
But, nooooo, I got up, and got to work 20 minutes early, and now, even as I mean to slack mentally, I find myself offering excellent customer service.
I feel so dirty.
Holy smoke, I used 5 commas in that second to last sentence.
This cannot be proper grammar. But commas are so beautiful. They are soft and curvy and they gently cushion my sentences.
Yeah.
I should stop editing all my entries to death.