someone saw a tornado watch for nearby so I get to duck out early >.>
We’re super good at weather here though. Here’s the steps.
- tornadoes are happening somewhere…
- ah! everything is the worst we’re all gonna die! go hommmeee!
- there’re two inches of snow outside…
- don’t come to work!
- It’s going to rain…
- save yourselves!
it’s entirely possible that none of us want to be here(gasp)
A little golden puppy with curly hair and floppy ears is sleeping on the floor and I can’t touch his ridiculous ears! This is so unfair : ( (
There’s a baby in the office wearing a nightcap! With the little ball and everything! And i can’t touch it because i’m sick! It’s not fair!!!
Comandante’s girlfriend came to visit
me: can I hug you? I’m sick but i wont breath on you.
Girlfriend:*foolishly lets me hug her*
me: *all the breathing*
ah, they’re awesome I was wrong to judge.
"I guess I’m just too lazy to be a serial killer."
— my dad this morning
Doing the work I’ve stubbornly refused to deal with over the past two years. Past-me is such a dick.
Boss man gave me a thank you card for the gift I gave them at last weeks baby shower. I want to tell him they spelled your wrong.
Comandante: I’m gonna head out, work from home.
me:Okay…are you alright?
Comandante: i’m actually not
me:what’s wrong?
Comandante: something I ate I just- I didn’t get enough sleep last night. It was bad.
me: Comandante! are you awefull at taking care of yourself?
Comandante: *laughs*
me:I’m not trying to be mean but that’s exactly what this is!
Comandante: *still laughing*
me: I am trying to be mean though.
Comandante moved out of his parents place last week. I don’t know that he has the skills to survive on his own. I say this as someone who still lives with their parents and lacks the most basic of survival skills.
hungarygirl: I need you
my brain: baby I know
my mouth: okay I’ll be right there.
I had a conversation with a girlfriend last week about sexual harassment in the workplace(everywhere really) and how I need to stop doing it. So far this week is clear.
me: Pants we are in a recession!
pants: no we’re not. I looked it up.
me: …we are in economic turmoil…you guys are not worth it.
pants: you’re so simple *starts to walk away*
me: Pants!
pants: what?
me: :D *huge grin*
pants: no way. really?
me: no. you’re breast feeding i wouldn’t do that to you.
pants asked me if I put pot in the cupcakes. I said no.