My apologies.
The shitty thing about a brand-spanking new job is when it’s amazing and awsome and fun and you get good vibes from all your co-workers and you actually enjoyed going to work you no longer have anything funny to tell all of your closest friends on the Internet. I’m sorry Internet. I wish I could say that my new job made me want to vomit all over my desk and call the Suicide hotline, but it doesn’t. I was officially home at 5:15 without the ever-present urges to poke my eyes out with a dull, unsharpened pencil. Gee, I’ll miss the misery.
Actually, I WILL NOT FUCKING MISS THE MISERY! I’M FREE AT LAST! HOLY HELL!
OK, I’ve now taken a shot of whiskey and calmed myself a bit. As mentioned above, the new job is the absolute SHIT! Though I’ve never been more tired in my life thanks to Mr. Tom Petty, The Heartbreakers and the evil Verizon Amphetheatre Parking bonanza, I was up a bit later than usual. Some people may say it was irresponsible for me to go to a concert where just entering the venue implies an immediate contact high. To those people I’d like to say, kiss my dog’s hairy ass. Let’s just leave it at that.
If you’ve ever wanted to know what massive amounts of blond hair does at high velocities…
Jeeps. Fun, but bring a hat.
I hate you, for not hating your job.
Megan – I had no idea you had a new job! Very exciting, although trust me, I’m sure you’ll come up with material for the site. Every job has its Office Space moments! Email me soon so I can get the new address. Talk to you then!
Hat…or Hair Tie…
Sara has the same issue with my Jeep even with the window down so I forever now have a chick’s hair tie around my shifter. So whose Jeep? One of these days I’ll get around to replacing my ripped soft top parts and be able to enjoy it in the summer. Until then, I’ll have to live with the hard top.
…maybe if I hadn’t spent all my money on that lift kit and wheels….