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One of the women here in my office just Febreez'd the bejesus out of her cube. I imagine this is what Willy Wonka's farts smell like. It's like a WWI mustard gas attack ... by Victoria's Secret. This is how Hello Kitty's entire universe smells. And that scares me.

I'm not usually one to complain about the weather (and given how much I complain about everything else, that's saying something). I kinda figure that there's nothing anyone can do to change it, and you'll still have to live / work / drive in it no matter what ... so why bitch ( Read more... )

Yesterday we had a company wide mandate come down ... they changed everyone's title to make The Client happy. Basically, The Client said, "You have too many layers [coordinator, associate manager, manager, supervisor, director] ... fire all the, hmmm, I dunno, supervisors!" So what does The Company do? They change everyone's title to cut out ( Read more... )

I've come to the realisation that I live in Office Space. I know - I'm not the first, I'm not the last. That's why the film is what it is.

But most people identify closest with Peter. I, on the other hand, most closely resemble Tom ...
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I keep planning to sit down and give a big huge update to my loyal readers who have, no doubt, been chomping at the virtual bit for the latest in my life. But I keep not doing it. *shrug ( Read more... )

Ahhh ... a mere 16-months after my college graduation ... I have finally received a full-time job. YES. YEEEESSSSSSS. Salary. Benefits. 401k. Employee discount. All that fun shit ( Read more... )

MySpace must've gotten wind that I posted something to my LJ for the first time in months ... and it blocked my ass for most of the morning. It was all "Invalid Friend ID" and "This account has been deleted or deactivated ( Read more... )

I think being a "parent" to Sully and Phil has aged me. A lot.

There's a sone from this girl named Cassie ... "Me & U" ... holy fucking racy. Every time it's on, I'm overcome with the need to take a shower. Not because the song is sexy ... because it's that dirty. Nothing is explicit but, Christ, I feel like I'm gonna impregnate this broad ( Read more... )

I'm on some sort of emotional pogo stick. I can feel my ... whatever inside, sloshing around. It wasn't a rough dinner. It's not butterflies. It's my whole mind. But it's in my stomach. And it feels like it's on spin cycle, with no sign of stopping. I can LITERALLY feel my emotional controllers (hormones? *shrug*) going buck wild. And I ( Read more... )