Monday in the Office

I was in the office begrudgingly. I had a meeting with Boris and The Midget scheduled to get me into the office.

I was going to take a sickie, i um'd and ah'd about that, as the sun came up, but I also wondered if Boris would reschedule for Tuesday making me to go to the office then.

Nyr! I couldn't risk it. It would be infuriating. I might just resign on the spot, and I still haven't quite decided to do that, or not?

Oh I know, no one procrastinates like I do.

We have an American chick in our department who never shuts the fuck up. It is a continual stream of yap from her.

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Why do I have to put up with this yappy halfwit, I asked the inverse. Did her parents tell her she was beautiful too often?

I started scheming to pull a half day sick day from 11am.

I left at 1pm. Lovely.

Boris said, take care, when I told her I didn't feel well, almost made me feel guilty. Almost.

It was a spectacular day, great weather.

I came home and played around with my old blogs.

After that, we took the dogs for a walk.