Its a Friday before a long weekend..
What is work if not one continous exercise in schadenfreude? I’ve been spacing out for a good 15 minutes now - after going for coffee and checking in with some buddies about nothing and everything. Yup, I have basically not done any work all morning. I can’t help but listen to good ol’ "Winged Thighs" in the cube next to me. She’s lamenting the fact that she’s got too much on her plate. Well, shit. Somebody needs to tell her to just deal with it (Bitch). But what drives me nuts is her midwest accent. Holy Cow! Is it ever annoying - and I used to live in the midwest! I used to say RUFF instead of ROOF. Heck, I still say CHICAAAAAGO. But SHE…is just like nails on a chalkboard to my ears. I think its time to put the headphones on before I get even nastier….
