Frigging frig friggidy frog

Dammit! It’s 6:30pm and I’m still at my f*@#)%! desk. Why didn’t I leave this cursed place at 5pm, like a normal person? Why didn’t I call and see if she wanted some company while is away, basking on a beach somewhere and is still at work? WHY?

I hate digits

Bloody hell. This morning has not gone well. My 130-page, 13 tab, third day on the job event binder from yesterday was *nearly* flawless, with two exceptions. One incorrect fax number, and a missing letter “M”. Both of which had panicked and overblown bad reactions from my coworkers this morning, both of which could have […]