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Work whining--

1) My new boss left me a $25 gift certificate for Target! Yay! Now the decision of 1) more black tank tops, since I wear them almost every single day and only have one, or 2) more DVDs. Hmmm...

2) My department VP has a hewge picture of a lion on her office wall. They're everywhere, I swear.

3) Butterfly's got a new co-worker that spoke warmly of hyenas without any prompting. This is...interesting. Married, though. Drat.

4) Someone has put about three pounds of fudge out for general scavenging. (scarf, chomp) I don't even like fudge.

5) My "partner," who did the other half of my job (it's a three-person job already reduced to two), took a horizontal promotion the other week. As a consequence, my in-box has grown to weigh more than I do. I've adopted the strategy of "if they ask twice, it must have been important" for task management. Dear sweet Jesus, I'm slowly slipping behind--this is one of those periods where I really should stay until 7:00 to stay caught up, but if I don't have my evening fun and social activities, my head would explode. I may end up coming over on Saturday for a few hours just to stay remotely on top of things, and facing a two-hour shift is easier than staying an extra hour during an already long work-day.

Thank Goddess I have my stuffed hyenas with me. They understand.

Comments

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jim_hague
Sep. 1st, 2004 02:31 pm (UTC)
Now, on Twisp and Catsby!
Twisp and Catsby are talking to Franz Kafka.

Kafka: "Have you read any of my books?"

Catsby: "Good morning! What is the most terrifying image in Comrade Kafka's writing?"

Twisp: "Inbox!"

Catsby: "Comrade Kafka certainly is existential and absurdist. How heavy is the inbox?"

Twisp: "Singularity!"
baktre
Sep. 1st, 2004 03:09 pm (UTC)
They also help out with the fudge. :) Okay, not really, but they can be assigned blame, and black muzzles tell no tales when it comes to food smudges.
chakawolf
Sep. 1st, 2004 04:23 pm (UTC)

>Thank Goddess I have my stuffed hyenas with me. They understand.

Heh, I don't need a psychiatrist, I have a plushie!
drleo
Sep. 1st, 2004 05:43 pm (UTC)
*stalk*
spottylogic
Sep. 1st, 2004 07:52 pm (UTC)
Sorry, but there are six hyenas in my cubicle now. No fear!
drleo
Sep. 1st, 2004 08:09 pm (UTC)
Three with one forepaw, three with the other. *swat*
stripey_d
Sep. 2nd, 2004 01:32 am (UTC)
*FROWN* :( _ _ _
spottylogic
Sep. 2nd, 2004 07:54 am (UTC)
No worries. "A lion's pride goeth before a fall, and a naughty spirit before destruction," or something.
mercuryisme
Sep. 1st, 2004 07:33 pm (UTC)
i want to do a comparitive analysis- hyena vs. giraffe. their bone structure, you see, their haunches. there's got to be a biological reason for it.

i want to see pics of the stuffed ones. i demand in. please?
spottylogic
Sep. 1st, 2004 07:51 pm (UTC)
What, the spots? Hyenas eat giraffes. It's like flamingos.
mercuryisme
Sep. 1st, 2004 07:53 pm (UTC)
:(

flamingos hace crazy KNEES! really.
stripey_d
Sep. 1st, 2004 09:30 pm (UTC)
*infiltrates the ranks of plushies and poses still* .......
spottylogic
Sep. 2nd, 2004 10:51 am (UTC)
You're not fooling anyone. You have stripes.
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