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My soul continues to be sucked away working in Ye Olde Sacramentoe. Tonight flew by. When important people were at my work, I had busywork to do, and I even did something in Excel! WOO. As soon as my superiors left, I dredged my way through 17 pages of Digg stuff. What an exceptional timekill. Sold a painting over the phone, pleaseohplease say I get commission for that. Had some hag abuptly get me off the phone because I could not help her fast enough. Sorry cuntface, in the beginning of the conversation, I told you that the one person who could help you was gone for the evening, and he could get back to you tomorrow, but that I would help you to the best of my ability. I tell her, after 5 minutes of scouring the internet for this lame-o painting she wants (which is not something we'd normally stock- we do Disney, WB, DC, Marvel, type shit, entertainment art, ya dig?) find that my boss CAN IN FACT GET IT FOR HER, but I can't get a price, so she gets bitchy and is all, "NYEAH, I'M GOING OUT OF TOWN SO BLAH BLAH I SUCK, YOU WENT OUT OF YOUR WAY TO TRY AND HELP ME, AND TO SHOW MY APPRECIATION I'M GOING TO HANG UP." Click.

Eff that ess, I say.

Delicious smells are tantalizing my gargantuan schnozzola. Boyfriend is cooking. This calls for INVESTIGATION.