yawn

No I don't!

I'm tired. La la la. In a pretty good mood though. Today at work they're having an end-of-year pizza party! And everyone's invited, even student assistants. The invitation sheet says so. It's sort of insulting the way it phrases it. "Everyone can come -- even you measly paid-by-the-hour college kids!"

I have Man, It's So Loud In Here stuck in my head.

Yee! My Torrid order shipped. I even have a tracking number. Currently its status is "BILLING INFORMATION RECEIVED". It's scheduled to be here on Friiiiiiday. Poit.

yarglepoit

Eh.

Me: "We should have a day where we all pretend to be documents. Like one of us could be a P-card, and one could be a PO, and one could be an invoice..."
Chad: "How do you pretend to be a document? Lie down on a desk and wait for someone to do you? ...wait, that didn't sound right..."
Steve: "'I'm waaaaiting... come on, I'm forward-scan!'"
Me: *literally falls out of chair laughing*

The pizza was yummy. We all ran away after about half an hour, though. Too many career women talking about their kids and their diets -- it's amazing how whenever women gather and food is involved they will nigh-invariably start talking about their diets. We all wound up in the training room. I went online. Then I went to get up and tripped over the keyboard cord. Keys went flying. I have seldom hated myself more than I did at that instant. Good JOB, Jenny. BREAK university equipment WHILE ON THE JOB. Idiot. Fortunately we found all the keys. I still wanted to curl up in a corner and die, though.

There was something else I wanted to post about. Forget what it was. Did remember, however, that I left an important piece of paper at work. For the second day in a row. ARGH ME STOOPID