schadenfreude

Today was totally ridiculous. I sat down for fifteen minutes out of 11 hours. My uber-cuckoo-gay-Nazi boss asked me how my court date went (uh, it was two weeks ago), told me that repeated speeding tickets could have serious ramifications on my career (???), and then spent the time to not only look up driving schools online, but to print a fuckload of brochures out and place them passive-aggressively on my desk while I was slaving away on the other side of campus. This is an exceedingly busy man who looks painfully and extremely annoyed when you ask him the smallest of questions, as if those five seconds you stole from his day can never be replaced. And he spends the time to look this shit up AND print it out. Clearly off his meds. Wack.

On the upside, I did get a couple of rare compliments on my work (from a different boss), avoided getting yelled at or scolded like a child for an entire workday, managed to leave before 6 pm, got a free coffee from a full punchcard,
and made delicious chemistry-laden eye contact with the sexy boss a few times. Also, upon discussing beer of choice during a lull, said sexy boss not only did not diss my PBR and Old Style selections, he in fact praised them as "good Southern beers" (he's from one of the Carolinas, I think). Points for me. Yes yes. I do predict to land his sweet Southern ass at some point.

And then tonight I rented one of the hottest movies ever, True Romance, and drank a bottle of cheap champagne. If only someone would fuck me like that in a phone booth on the side of the highway, I'd be his forever.