Someone left goldenrod paper in the copy machine. I had to toss my entire job.
A dim-witted coworker went on vacation leaving me a few things to do in her absence. Every day I seem to get an email from someone with a major tragedy occurring that is suddenly my fault because she didn’t tell me in advance. Putting out other people’s fires is getting old.
The director wanted to talk today; I’m sure to scold me about recent work absences. Thankfully, his scolding session with a different employee went over the allotted time and I’m off the hook on that one for now. Sadly, I have a very condescending defense prepared already and was looking forward to a shouting match.
I have kiwi-strawberry yogurt in with my lunch instead of the preferred strawberry-banana.
The fax is broken.
It isn’t even 10 AM.
We’re going to dinner with my Dad tonight. The restaurant is undoubtedly festooned with hepatitis B. I’ll contract it and die.
If I don’t, then at least I can look forward to seeing Frost/Nixon tonight with bizarre, tener_duende, and rosebudkb. That is, unless the movie theatre inevitably burns down.
DON’T TALK TO ME ABOUT LIFE.