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Sep. 1st, 2004 10:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosSo I called my mother today and learned ... well, nothing. I learned the woman that sits near her at work had a stroke (she just had one a month ago, so this was #2) and died, that my grandpa Al may be coming down this weekend from Boston (but probably not), and that we're having a barbecue on Sunday. So ... yeah, nothin'.
I also told her about TroNoWriMo. She laughed at me, probably because she knows that I'll spend the entire month clinically insane because of it and that's always good for a giggle and some quality "America's Funniest Home Video" footage.
Bossman and Lieutenant Asshat also did some of my work for me before I came in today, which was nice but completely ruined my sense of accomplishment when I got everything finished and the office relatively empty ahead of schedule. But, hey, considering how many jobs I've had where no one (especially the boss) gave enough of a shit about you to help you do anything, I can't complain, I can merely well my puppy-dog eyes with tears and let my bottom lip wibble me away into a free lunch tomorrow.
I also told the Grouch I'd let him do returns tomorrow, since he keeps running out of things to do. I hope I don't regret this, but then again, that could be the part of my brain that Bosslady imprinted with the fear of "OMGWTF Bossman iz going 2 fire U stooopid!!1!!11" before she left.
I also told her about TroNoWriMo. She laughed at me, probably because she knows that I'll spend the entire month clinically insane because of it and that's always good for a giggle and some quality "America's Funniest Home Video" footage.
Bossman and Lieutenant Asshat also did some of my work for me before I came in today, which was nice but completely ruined my sense of accomplishment when I got everything finished and the office relatively empty ahead of schedule. But, hey, considering how many jobs I've had where no one (especially the boss) gave enough of a shit about you to help you do anything, I can't complain, I can merely well my puppy-dog eyes with tears and let my bottom lip wibble me away into a free lunch tomorrow.
I also told the Grouch I'd let him do returns tomorrow, since he keeps running out of things to do. I hope I don't regret this, but then again, that could be the part of my brain that Bosslady imprinted with the fear of "OMGWTF Bossman iz going 2 fire U stooopid!!1!!11" before she left.
