Dearest the Guy on the Bus,
High on my list of Do Not Want is to be hit on by Captain Patchouli when I get on the bus in the morning. It is not yet 7:00, I am woefully undercaffeinated, and you are so not smoove. And did I mention the part about it not being 7:00 yet? I'm truly not one of those anti-morning people, but damn. At least let me wake up before having to shoot someone down. Which, just so you know, is what would have happened regardless of the time. So don't get any ideas on the evening bus, okay?
Love,
The
trista Today the Spreadsheet Queen holds court from her cube. I have GSA, QBR, and CQVA reports, but no TPS. My day will be made of rows and columns, conference calls, and meetings. And also caffeine. The best part? The construction is still going on. There's some sort of drill making horrific noises as it goes through something metal, and it's about six inches from my head on the other side of my cube wall. The conference call should be a truly delightful event.
I'm sure it doesn't sound like it, but I'm actually in a fantastic mood today. It's Friday, I have nothing in particular that I have to do this weekend, and all is well with my world. What about you, my little FriendBots? How are you today? What have you planned for the weekend?