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[apocalypsos]

The Glorified Optimist had a fit today because I was on the internet on Lieutenant Asshat's computer, which the new guy is using to type up data entry. He said the new guy (who I think I'll call the Grouch because his name is Oscar and he's a nice guy, so it's ironic or something, but I'm buzzed, so whatever) wouldn't be able to get his work done and I needed to stop wasting time.

The Grouch and I proceeded to get all of our work done thirty-five minutes early. To say the Glorified Optimist was pissy when we asked to leave early is an understatement.

Boy, do I not want to go into work on Monday. 'Cause the Glorified Optimist is going to tattle to Bosslady, and just ... just, no.

EDIT: So today my mother told me my dad wants a grandchild, one of the customers had me hold her baby while she fixed her package, and one of the dock workers mistakenly assumed the baby photo Bosslady put over our computer of her niece was of my baby. If God's trying to tell me something, I think that unless he wants to preface it with the winning Powerball numbers, I'll just be over in the corner wallowing in hysterical deafness.

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[theliel.livejournal.com]

awww. c'mon. you could, like, have some eggs set aside, for one day.

[shinga.livejournal.com]

So today my mother told me my dad wants a grandchild, one of the customers had me hold her baby while she fixed her package, and one of the dock workers mistakenly assumed the baby photo Bosslady put over our computer of her niece was of my baby.

I've had days like that. A lot of them. Which is weird for my age... like, REALLY weird. But seriously, you ever get the feeling on those kind of days that like.. you're going to turn and BAM, you're pregnant? SURPRISE. Alert the Pope.

[malhablada.livejournal.com]

"wallowing in hysterical deafness"... *snicker*

I liked that sentence so much, I metaquotes-ed you.

[beanarie.livejournal.com]

So basically you're TP of Arcadia?