It's a feeling I get...
You ever wake up and just *know* that you should stay in bed, where it's warm and safe? Totally have that going on today.
I endeavored (and failed; thanks MTA!) to arrive at work early today to do something I totally blanked on last Friday (which, since it's the one mistake I've made, in the face of my co-workers making them on an hourly basis, is being mercilessly harped on, by the by). I'm copying 294 photos. My boss, for some reason, assumed my office PC came with a USB cable for her camera. I swear, 5 year olds know more about computers than most office drones. These days, though, 5 year olds probably know more than I do.
Tomorrow is our huge mambajamba awards show. I'll be in a suit, looking pretty. De rigueur. I may post, or something. No idea how long (if at all) I'll be in the office for.
This weekend was fun. Saturday was spent at Trey's, where I got to chill with my girlfriend's ex and her mom in the same room, swapping stories over beer. Not nearly as awkward as it sounds, but three times as surreal. It was a pretty low key evening, with no drama and everyone getting along nicely (I'm assuming this based on observation and I'm a lot more observant than I pretend to be).
Sunday was spent catching up on the work I blew off Saturday night to go to Trey's. I'm sure I'll be hearing about this presently. Somebody arm me.
There's more to every story above, but I'm so zonked and irritated that this little thing took me half an hour to write. Fuck it, I'm going to look at peekchurs.
I endeavored (and failed; thanks MTA!) to arrive at work early today to do something I totally blanked on last Friday (which, since it's the one mistake I've made, in the face of my co-workers making them on an hourly basis, is being mercilessly harped on, by the by). I'm copying 294 photos. My boss, for some reason, assumed my office PC came with a USB cable for her camera. I swear, 5 year olds know more about computers than most office drones. These days, though, 5 year olds probably know more than I do.
Tomorrow is our huge mambajamba awards show. I'll be in a suit, looking pretty. De rigueur. I may post, or something. No idea how long (if at all) I'll be in the office for.
This weekend was fun. Saturday was spent at Trey's, where I got to chill with my girlfriend's ex and her mom in the same room, swapping stories over beer. Not nearly as awkward as it sounds, but three times as surreal. It was a pretty low key evening, with no drama and everyone getting along nicely (I'm assuming this based on observation and I'm a lot more observant than I pretend to be).
Sunday was spent catching up on the work I blew off Saturday night to go to Trey's. I'm sure I'll be hearing about this presently. Somebody arm me.
There's more to every story above, but I'm so zonked and irritated that this little thing took me half an hour to write. Fuck it, I'm going to look at peekchurs.