Hacking
Waiting for the perfect Loogy to hock on my boss today. In the meantime, I'm just hocking up whatever.
Have I mentioned that I hate my job? Just wondering.
Talked to C last night; quite necessary. Like recharging the batteries; thanks C. You're my hero.
Well, it's a gloomy day here in NYC. Looks like rain. One things that really irritates me about the NY population is the collective inability to recognize the positives about the weather. It's the end of July and it's slightly humid and about 75 this morning. My boss comes-in and says in his queeny tongue, "It's SO hot out there. I just feel like I'm going to *hand flip* DIE!" I was just out there and it was amazing for July. Granted, it's not spring anymore, but gimme a friggin' break, it's JULY. Get over it. I want to fly him down to Tejas and force him to cook in the glorious TX sun about now. That oughtta shut him up. On second thought, I'd be hard-pressed to find anything save a huge piece of duct tape that would shut this mf up.
It occurred to me last night that when I quit this job, I will no longer have anything to bitch about! Dare I say that I will have to FIND something? Where's the comedy in a "perfect life"? Ah well, I'd still like to give it a shot. I bet I could find something funny.
Have I mentioned that I hate my job? Just wondering.
Talked to C last night; quite necessary. Like recharging the batteries; thanks C. You're my hero.
Well, it's a gloomy day here in NYC. Looks like rain. One things that really irritates me about the NY population is the collective inability to recognize the positives about the weather. It's the end of July and it's slightly humid and about 75 this morning. My boss comes-in and says in his queeny tongue, "It's SO hot out there. I just feel like I'm going to *hand flip* DIE!" I was just out there and it was amazing for July. Granted, it's not spring anymore, but gimme a friggin' break, it's JULY. Get over it. I want to fly him down to Tejas and force him to cook in the glorious TX sun about now. That oughtta shut him up. On second thought, I'd be hard-pressed to find anything save a huge piece of duct tape that would shut this mf up.
It occurred to me last night that when I quit this job, I will no longer have anything to bitch about! Dare I say that I will have to FIND something? Where's the comedy in a "perfect life"? Ah well, I'd still like to give it a shot. I bet I could find something funny.