So, my sister’s old classmate emailed me and pointed out that my window is just like a girlfriend. I suppose in some ways, it is. High maintenance, always demanding attention, expensive, and waking me up in the middle of the night when I’m trying to sleep. OK, so my last girlfriend actually didn’t do that; it was her cat.
Oh, and there goes the window again! I wish I could get some sleep so I can be ready to get yelled at again. My project lead at megacorp doesn’t like what I’m doing with my computer and he blames me for the trouble I’m having. The IT guy seems to think my problems with my computer are just the way things are, but I don’t think he’s prone to yelling at people like the project lead is. Mariko reminds me that I don’t like getting yelled at, and in most cases I would have given him the finger and started walking out the door, but I suppose I’m a kinder, gentler person now. Heh.
a kindler gentler person. or maybe a fucking dorkass that should try to KEEP HIS JOB and not mouth off to his project lead! doh!
you asked me for my email address, which by the way you should already have, i leave it every damn time i comment on this pity party. but i didna get an email?
It must be the fish oil.