Damn
Work gave me flowers and chocolates today. And a card! Wouldn't a card have been more than enough?
Now I feel like Bitch Queen of Bitchtopia for ever complaining, and not bringing in cookies or something to say thank you.
God damn it.
On the plus side, there was a caterpillar in the flowers and it made several attempts to go exploring on my desk - I kept dumping it back in the box of flowers until I could take it outside somewhere, but when it was time to get home I couldn't find it. So, hopefully it'll make its way out again and I can let it go (somewhere safe from swooping birds - I've enabled one bird's dinner once too many times for my liking...)
It was a pretty grumpy caterpillar. You could tell it was rearing up in offence at my suggestion of it riding a pink Post-It back into the box. "What? You want me to do what? But I'm green! Do you have any sense of colour whatsoever?"
And it fell on the carpet once and its grippy little caterpillar feet meant I couldn't pick it up easily without risking hurting it. So I was squatting on the floor hoping no one would come in and realise their temp is actually insane.
Sigh.
Should I go in tomorrow and take them cookies?
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Listening to: Morphine - Do Not Go Quietly Unto Your Grave
via FoxyTunes
Now I feel like Bitch Queen of Bitchtopia for ever complaining, and not bringing in cookies or something to say thank you.
God damn it.
On the plus side, there was a caterpillar in the flowers and it made several attempts to go exploring on my desk - I kept dumping it back in the box of flowers until I could take it outside somewhere, but when it was time to get home I couldn't find it. So, hopefully it'll make its way out again and I can let it go (somewhere safe from swooping birds - I've enabled one bird's dinner once too many times for my liking...)
It was a pretty grumpy caterpillar. You could tell it was rearing up in offence at my suggestion of it riding a pink Post-It back into the box. "What? You want me to do what? But I'm green! Do you have any sense of colour whatsoever?"
And it fell on the carpet once and its grippy little caterpillar feet meant I couldn't pick it up easily without risking hurting it. So I was squatting on the floor hoping no one would come in and realise their temp is actually insane.
Sigh.
Should I go in tomorrow and take them cookies?
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Listening to: Morphine - Do Not Go Quietly Unto Your Grave
via FoxyTunes