Didja Miss Me?

It takes a lot for me to feel bad for someone, but this really bothers me. Two weeks ago my job had to let eight people go. Apparently, one of those people has been driving to the office and parking his car in the lot. Apparently, he just sits in his car all day. Today, five police officers came to ask him to leave. This story is ½ funny and ½ depressing. As a result, on Friday we are getting a new security guard and we will have to wear out ID badges all the time. Eff.

I want to leave with something less depressing. So, I give you my crowing Twitter achievement.



Out of all the crap I’ve posted on Twitter, I think this is my favorite. It is at least, my most creative. Sure Laura didn’t care for it but I was amused; and isn’t that what’s most important, me?

I Love This Time of The Year.

Monday: The 3rd sentence my boss says, to me, "Welcome to Michael Jackson Hell."

Tuesday: Boss says to me "Every time you're not at your desk I worry that you're on the roof,about to jump off."

Wednesday: The staff was called into my boss' office for a quick briefing while I'm in the bathroom. No one knew where I was. My boss starts the meeting by telling my co-workers that if I jump off the roof it's their fault for not watching me. I'm glad they care. I think jokes about me killing myself will be a theme this March. I'll keep you posted.

P.S. The thought occurred to me that if I do jump off the roof, I will not update my blog. Check you local news station.