Six day work weeks are guaranteed to bring out extra punchiness. This one has left me wishing for a "Sort-of easy button."
Notes from the week that shouldn't have been.
Had a misunderstanding with a friend at a work event that we repaired, but got the week off to a fine start.
I got a lot of giveaways for our current Halloween promotion, but the dairy laden snack really needs to rethink their name, sounds like something somebody ate already.
I'm never going to appreciate a cup of yogurt.
Amiably ended a relationship for good that has left me once again dateless for
e:Ladycroft 's wedding (she'll probably kill me at this point, too). The woman involved ominously posted something, then appeared in instant messenger, where I asked her to "Come out with it." So, in a new personal low (or best), I was broken up with via Yahoo Instant Messenger.
Like Kip Dynamite, I love technology.
You gotta laugh, it's too loopy not to.
In the silver lining department, part of the Holiday promotion has resulted in an excess of donut holes in the office. I partook a little on Monday, but there are still some here. That's bad for all the logical reasons donuts are bad, but office morale is pretty genial.
A spoonful of sugar and all that.
There is another marathon on Sunday. Don't particularly care but there are other streets beside Elmwood and Delaware in the city. I wouldn't even bitch about that, but the last time these freaks had to pound the pavement, one volunteer made me turn off Elmwood and head up Delevan. When I got to Lincoln Parkway, the volunteer said I needed to go back and proceed on Elmwood. Either these folks were the dumbest people alive or evil geniuses.
Mr-Mike needs beer.
