Daze Off

Ahhh, the joys of working on a Federal holiday. Not to sound insensitive and politically incorrect and all that bullshit, but I really don’t care what day it is today. I just wanted the day off. It could’ve been Celebrate Ingrown Toenails Day for all I care if that meant that I didn’t have to be at work right now.


And since we’re at it, let’s add personal insult to employment injury; none of my friends are working and I have no one to e-mail or IM with.

But being here today did lead me to a realization of sorts...

As I struggled to bring myself to actually do something work related about an hour ago, I found that I’m a lot more productive when I have my iTunes on, a few e-mails going, a couple of IM windows blinking and handful of “side projects” to tend to, such as posting, reading trashy blogs and lurking on spoiler boards, all the while trying not to get caught.

Seriously! What the hell did people do at work before the joys of modern technology?

And more importantly...how the fuck am I supposed to actually get any work done today?

Auf Wiedersehen

For those of you getting tired of seeing pictures of my bloody finger and reading about my adventures in near caterpillar eating, today is your lucky day.

After 25 months and 1 day of working my ass off for bubkus peanuts at my place of employment, I finally gave them the hypothetical boot on Monday with my two weeks notice stuck to the very bottom.

Of all the ways to say “fuck yeah, get me out of this place!” I chose “this isn’t going to work;” otherwise knows as the “I need the reference” goodbye. On the bright side, everyone I know gave me their blessing. Of course, they come back the next day and offer part time work from home for more money. Meh.

No solid plans yet. Just to work on my drinking, devote more time to having fun and possibly vacationing for the first time in over four years. Or I can just have fun and vacation while drunk.

By the way, sometimes I believe in signs. Like when I was out with friends this weekend and torn whether to quit my job or not...this is what the register at Mani's Bakery told me:

It was tres "Blood" from the second season of "The X-Files."