My day started off very poorly. I got stuck on the snow mountain I like to call my driveway. I was stuck for about 40 minutes. After MacGyver-ing my way out using a small piece of carpet and some wood from an old shelving unit, I was on my way to work. I was ready to kill something….anything.
I got to work late, but considering the amount of snow that fell on us the day before, my boss was ok with my tardy arrival. I was still a tad heated about the snow thing, but my mood was improved when a co-worker offered me a chocolate muffin with chocolate chips. Holy hell, this thing was good. Being of the entrepreneur/criminal mindset [same thing, think about it] I began thinking of ways to improve the treat. I’m thinking chocolate frosting, chocolate cream filling…. Put that fucker on a stick and I’m in fat-guy heaven.
Dear people who wear cowboy hats….. Stop.
There’s this chick in Marketing at my work that never works. EVERY time I walk by her area, she’s browsing or chatting via IM. When I walk by her, I jokingly say, ‘get to work’. Today, when I said this, she lashed out at me and exclaimed, “You always say that. It’s annoying.” I replied with, “Oh… go ahead and be dramatic.” She then said, “Get a life,” as I walked away. I said, “Wow….you’re clever.”
It’s amazing to think that such a useless waste of talentless flesh [who sucked her way to her position] hasn’t been nudged into a pool of boiling cheetah semen by now.
On that note, I’ll get going. I’m starving and the potpies are calling.
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