I am home today. Sick. I am mostly laying on the couch. Mostly. I feel like what I imagine the inside of a porta-potty after a two-week stint on a construction site must be like.
I have decided we need a more comfortable couch for relaxing on.
Maybe I will watch some porn to see if that makes me feel better.
Until next time...
There is a Sr. VP at my “day job” who is incredibly painful to listen to when she is speaking. For example, in a divisional meeting today she made the following statement (slightly paraphrased as I don’t remember all of it as I was losing control of my ability to stifle my laughter):
“… we have to break through the yellow brick wall to get to the green witch…”
What the hell? Did I hear that correctly? I had to check with the co-worker next to me who was also looking seriously confused. I apparently was not having auditory hallucinations—that is what she said!
If you are going to use an analogy at least get the damn thing right! It is bad enough I am “required” to attend a two hour meeting which could have been avoided by sending out one simple email. But do not make it worse by being stupid! It is bad enough you got your job by being a “quota” that needed filling—do not make me expend energy on disliking you that much more for being stupid.
Until next time...
I have to agree with this one:
I’m not a “size queen” (well, I wouldn’t admit it at least…), but there is so much truth to this.
Until next time...
Why can’t I get the plumber who looks like this?
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It was a long weekend. I could definitely use a drink.
It’s not that a lot happened. I just feel drained is all. And nothing that I can really put my finger on. It’s like having credit card debt, but nothing to show for it.
I worked at the tattoo shop all day Saturday, as normal. But it was slow. Very slow. We had such a nice day—the high was in the upper 60s!—that I think most people were outside soaking it in. I personally only had one client all day.
Then I had my first tattoo “incident” occur. A client wanted a refund. But that story is for another post. That’s the first time that has ever happened, ever.
I did nothing but come home Saturday night after the tattoo shop. No drinking or anything.
Sunday was spent with the Husbear working around the house. We are in the process of remodeling the primary/upstairs bathroom. I spent the day installing trim.
Last night I couldn’t sleep to save my life. Probably some irony in that statement, but I don’t know. I couldn’t shut my brain off, and I couldn’t get comfortable. I just tossed and turned most of the night.
And now it’s Monday morning, and time to go to the day job….
Until next time...
This picture was in the December 2007 issue of “Tattoo Magazine”.
Woof! (I’m talking about the guy on the right side of this picture…)
I love it when hot guys like this walk into the tattoo shop. It makes it really hard to focus sometimes. Granted, they seem to be very few and very far between here.
Oh, and belated “Happy New Year”… I was distracted.
Until next time...