One of the blogs I read is for “special deals.” Unfortunately, those special deals are always so popular that as soon as I see them they’re expired. Just what I need, something else I can’t have.

So, I found a way to get myself even more tired at night. First, have one of your co-workers “throw you under the bus.” (Like getting asked to find something for a key customer who needs that thing TONIGHT, being told that it will be easy to find, and then having to call various co-worker’s cell phones until you find something that may or may not be right. An hour-and-a-half of frantic phone calls in fact.) Then, get to the gym late, wanting to kill something. This can make you work harder, and make you much more tired.

I did, however, get another Xmas card today. The other one said, “If you had a girlfriend you’d have to so much more creative in your whining. would it be worth the effort?” I don’t know. It’s like my attempt to be a doctor. My friends who made it tell me it’s awful and I’d hate it, but how would I know when I never got the chance? Instead, I get to work with multinational corporations who take great pleasure in making all their problems into my problems. Sort of like how I imagine a hospital to be, but with individuals rather than corporate entities.

Well, at least I don’t have to listen to a lot of coughing if I work from home. I bet doctors don’t get to work from home much. I can even click on links that say “NSFW” and take naps and no one is in line to use the bathroom. Wait ’til the new bathroom is finished. Working from home will be glorious.