PeteTheFish is enjoying the new view too. The only bad thing is that Pete doesn't match the black/red/white color scheme as he is purple. When he dies, his replacement will be red. He's already a year and a half old so it shouldn't be much longer. Geez, did I say that? How callous. I love you Pete 7! I see that Pete 6 would have fit in perfectly on the new table.
I didn't get around to putting my tree up for HNT on Thursday so here it is now.
Before there were presents under it, Stinky liked to lay and tan under the blinding lights. I'm pretty sure I saw her sweating a couple of times.
We spent a large chunk of the day reclaiming our cabinet and drawer space. Went through all of them in the kitchen and bathroom and threw shit out. It's nice to open a drawer up and actually see what I'm looking for instead of madly pawing through all of them twice.
After the beginning of the year, our bonus system at work is being revised. This will result in tiny (if any) bonuses. Say you've been getting 700 a month - you'll be lucky to get 200 and that will be quickly eaten up by taxes. Have you ever had someone set the bar so high that it is imfuckingpossible to reach? That is where my comrades and I are sitting. It is kind of liberating. We know that there is no way to hit the brass ring to why bother trying? We're ready to just sit around and enjoy being the hourly peons that we are.
One of the first things that our new supervisor did was delegate all of her shitwork amongst us. Luckily, I missed that meeting because I would have freaked out. As far as I'm concerned, I'm there to answer the damn phone and that is all. She said that she was giving out these tasks because it would help people advance in the company. Yah. Whatever. Maybe it's because you'd rather not do these things.
God help me if anyone I work with ever finds this blog. We have a blog policy at work. We are supposed to have a disclaimer that states, "I do not express the views of Blah-Blah company." and we're not supposed to say anything negative about coworkers. I figure as long as I don't call anyone a cunt or a fucking waterhead that I'm safe.
Oh! Guess what I found while cleaning the drawers today? Some prescription calm-my-ass-down pills that I didn't know I still had. They should make my next week of work bearable.
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Do you know what size his damn shoes are? Eleven. I almost choked when we went shopping and that was what he needed. I think we should have him start smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee to stunt his growth or we will go broke feeding him and having elves make his shoes in size Freaking Huge.
BB has really embraced the whole FFA thing. He is getting a goat next year to show. Unfortunately, we cannot keep it here. It will live at the school's barn.
Die Hard is on and Sweety knows every.freaking.word. That is very weird to me. I've never seen it and he is telling me what will happen before it happens.
Wow. Not only can Sweety recite this movie word for word, he can also hop around and mimic the action before it happens on the screen. I am duly impressed. Hey! When this movie was made the price of gas was 75 cents a gallon! I wish I had a video camera that could take sneaky pictures in the low light. You would love this shit. He's like an orangutan on acid. Hey, Sweety! I love you!
I need to go to bed but I don't want to because I'll have to go to work when I wake up.
You deserve a medal if you've read this damn far.
Hi-yah! I wish I knew karate because I've got a really good "Hi-yah!" yell.
I'm gonna go do something productive like bathe.
Sweety says, "Hi to the internet!".