slow day?

*pssst* right now the supervisor's cube across the aisle is full of gratuitously sucking-up underlings, cooing and fakily praising Cindy's two butt ugly children. this includes the red faced laughing woman.

"oh little so-and-so is so intelligent"

"oh cindy I would be glad to polish your ass cheeks to a rosy sheen if you will give me a superior job evaluation"

"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, oh cindy you are the funniest person alive even when you are talking about kitchen linoleum."

your tax dollars at work.
 
Gods - my coworker at the library of cong. used to spend the ENTIRE day looking at the funny "frog in a blender" email flash things. My ratio of productivity to hers (which is literally measurable in this case) was like 60:1.
 
I spent all day so far trying to estimate for myself what my car should've cost. I come up about $400 short of what I'm getting charged, so I'm only getting ripped off by $400 (about 20%). Not bad. Last time I took my car in I believe it I got ripped off about 40% ($300 or so).
 
the event I had scheduled for the end of my day was cancelled. oh happy day! I am *SO* going to get the fuck out of here early today and ain't no one gonna stop me.

yesterday I was 10 minutes away from getting trapped at the trains station for an extra hour. besides getting delayed at work for an extra half-hour, I just barely missed someone jumping in front of a train and fucking up the whole bay area BART system.