Throw up (just a little)
Ever eat things together that just don't go together? Like today -- for dinner I had an amazing selection of a Hot Pocket and Russian Tea Cakes. For those of you who don't know, Russian Tea Cakes are those little hard powdered sugared covered cakes that you'd eat with ... you guessed it.. TEA! Things like these are not designed to be eaten together. The tea cakes would have gone well with milk ... if I actually trusted the milk in my fridge. The hot pocket --- well nothing really goes well with a hot pocket. Well the thought of this combination may have brought a little throw up into the back of your throught just thinking about it. Because it definately caused a little throw up inside of me. Say it with me now (in the voice of Napoliean Dynamite) Gross!
Sadly two of my little fishes died over my long weekend home. I'm very sad. I even ran out to Wegmans at 10pm (because of course by 9:30 when I actually remember that I need to somehow feed my fish over the long weekend -- every pet store in the city is already closed!!! Another reason why not to move to Rochester) and got those stupid little dissol;ving feeder things that never seem to work out well. So of course I get back and two of my precious little fishes have kicked the bucket. Poor fishes. So I definately put them down the sink.
Well in talking to a few people at work today instead of just saying the sink --- I definately said "Garbadge disposal." The garbadge disposal is definately in the sink -- but it's not like I turned it on after i put the dead fishes in. I rinsed everything down and clean out the sink so that the dead fishes wouldn't infect anything. I did not... I repeat... did not turn it on. That would be gross... think of all the little fishy bits flying around the kitchen where my tasty russian tea cakes are currently sitting.
I am so behind at work it's not even funny. Maybe if there were two of me I might be able to get everythign done in one 8 hour day. As it is it's been minimum 10 hours a day lately -- pushing 13 on some particularly nasty days. I like work -- I like my company -- I think I'm definately leaning towards sales (and not just because it would almost double my salary) -- and there's too much to do and not enought time to do it. It's not goign to get any better until we actually hire someone else and train them -- this is months away! STILL!!! RIDICULOUS!
Well off to bed -- so that I hopefully will remember to pack my gym bag tomorrow. Note to self: Socks, shorts, shirt, bra, shoes, hair band -- and remember to wear your contacts.
Sadly two of my little fishes died over my long weekend home. I'm very sad. I even ran out to Wegmans at 10pm (because of course by 9:30 when I actually remember that I need to somehow feed my fish over the long weekend -- every pet store in the city is already closed!!! Another reason why not to move to Rochester) and got those stupid little dissol;ving feeder things that never seem to work out well. So of course I get back and two of my precious little fishes have kicked the bucket. Poor fishes. So I definately put them down the sink.
Well in talking to a few people at work today instead of just saying the sink --- I definately said "Garbadge disposal." The garbadge disposal is definately in the sink -- but it's not like I turned it on after i put the dead fishes in. I rinsed everything down and clean out the sink so that the dead fishes wouldn't infect anything. I did not... I repeat... did not turn it on. That would be gross... think of all the little fishy bits flying around the kitchen where my tasty russian tea cakes are currently sitting.
I am so behind at work it's not even funny. Maybe if there were two of me I might be able to get everythign done in one 8 hour day. As it is it's been minimum 10 hours a day lately -- pushing 13 on some particularly nasty days. I like work -- I like my company -- I think I'm definately leaning towards sales (and not just because it would almost double my salary) -- and there's too much to do and not enought time to do it. It's not goign to get any better until we actually hire someone else and train them -- this is months away! STILL!!! RIDICULOUS!
Well off to bed -- so that I hopefully will remember to pack my gym bag tomorrow. Note to self: Socks, shorts, shirt, bra, shoes, hair band -- and remember to wear your contacts.
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