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critus' birthday shenanigans last night. Maybe it's the ongoing nuisance that is the clusterfucked software platform that's hamstrung the meaningful and visible productivity at the office. Maybe it's the forecast of highs in the mid-70's. Maybe it's the stack of brushed stainless steel tiles waiting to be affixed to the newly-black monolith that our fireplace has become (house pr0n pix to follow). Maybe it's the roll of window screen and weather that makes open windows. Maybe it's just because I don't want to be the voice of a goddamned turkey for a holiday flash animation.
Whatever it is, I'm grumpy, scratchy around the edges, and have no desire to be in the office today. What, you may ask, is keeping me here? My status as an hourly wage-slave and a misplaced sense of guilt and obligation. So I'm doing a database reconciliation and wishing I had better CDs in my car, so I could zone in, tune out, and get this crap taken care of.
On the plus side of egoboo, the newsletter I wrote is being wallpapered around the office today.
And there's a trade magazine on my desk with an advert entitled MOOSE ATTACK! Chocolate MOOSE on the page opposite what I can best describe as bottling-industry pr0n - it's just a closeup of a feminine mouth taking a sip from a water bottle. Thank you, BASF. You don't make the pr0n, you make the pr0n worksafe.
critus' birthday shenanigans last night. Maybe it's the ongoing nuisance that is the clusterfucked software platform that's hamstrung the meaningful and visible productivity at the office. Maybe it's the forecast of highs in the mid-70's. Maybe it's the stack of brushed stainless steel tiles waiting to be affixed to the newly-black monolith that our fireplace has become (house pr0n pix to follow). Maybe it's the roll of window screen and weather that makes open windows. Maybe it's just because I don't want to be the voice of a goddamned turkey for a holiday flash animation.Whatever it is, I'm grumpy, scratchy around the edges, and have no desire to be in the office today. What, you may ask, is keeping me here? My status as an hourly wage-slave and a misplaced sense of guilt and obligation. So I'm doing a database reconciliation and wishing I had better CDs in my car, so I could zone in, tune out, and get this crap taken care of.
On the plus side of egoboo, the newsletter I wrote is being wallpapered around the office today.
And there's a trade magazine on my desk with an advert entitled MOOSE ATTACK! Chocolate MOOSE on the page opposite what I can best describe as bottling-industry pr0n - it's just a closeup of a feminine mouth taking a sip from a water bottle. Thank you, BASF. You don't make the pr0n, you make the pr0n worksafe.
