phoolsfire

I think the people i work for in the office are under the impression that i actually know how to do office work...this is a gross misconception. today i was asked to take five newspaper articles and copy all of them twice,i could "reduce the print if i need to" ha three hours and several reems of paper later, i just put the frankenstien copies into the prof's mail box with a note that said, "don't worry the regular seceratary will be back on monday." i tried making different copies and then taping them together then making copies of those. yeah didn't work, then I didn't recive the master key today for wahtever reason so you can imagine my shock when not one but two people requested it, like it was my fault those dumb-asses lock themselves out of the office/conference room/ file closet/ stupid idiots. and another thing, i'm not sorting the fucking mail! i get paper cuts and my fingertips get all dry and scratchy, and people are always bitchin about the mail, "did it come, where's my package, did outgoing leave yet...blah blah balah.."fuckum! don't they know i was hired to listen to the radio and play on the internet all day and occasionally answer the phone. and i get an hour lunch bitches! not no thirty minutes.

and while i'm bitchin,

i realized something incredibly ...um enlighting(?) the other day, when you date somone from a site like this, chances are a good portion of what people normaly talk about is already disclosed...of course we like the same things. of course were the same age, sooo what do we talk about now...oh, so you like the clash too...ummm yeah we can talk about zombie movies, or we could manifest a conflict of intrest because your view of [insert generic topic here] is slightly different than mine, maybe you kinda like the greatful dead, and i kinda fuckin hate um..maybe i think Carandiru Connection couldv'e made it big state side, and you blatenly disagree. whatever, now we have to drink way more alcohol way faster, if were going to continue to be intrigued with one another...yeah, thats not gonna work.

i want more tattoos!
at least my oven got fixed, but my house still smells like chared bananas...thats what happened yesterday, i caught a muffin on fire in my microwave. right now this is very funny, yesterday, when my house was filled with smoke, it was not.