My kinda day, after all!
Busy day.
Arrived at work around 7 a.m. (at least two hours earlier than usual!) and worked on corrections and circulating my proof to the masses. Got it out before everyone else arrived here at hell.
Drank lots of coffee. Smoked a bunch. Whined and complained.
Talked with a CNN reporter about Wacko Jacko. No, I’m not the company spokesperson, but I had a connection in that office who must’ve passed my name along. So I am jumping on the bandwagon to get some good press over here. Only problem is, nobody around here is picking up their phones for me to make this story happen.
Speaking of CNN, I found this little pick-me-up. Death recommended for Muhammad. W00t! They’re making an example out of him. Although, the way it goes, I’m sure he’ll be appealing it for the next 20 years.
Shan said she’s going to try to prevent moving to Oregon anytime soon. That’s not to say it’ll never happen, but her husband put his foot down and said no way in hell are they leaving D.C. in the next couple of months. Woo hoo! She and I already set up a business meeting next week to start planning our escape route from corporate hell.
And hell, since it’s been awhile, here’s little miss Alex, who has recently started smiling (I love kids with bright eyes — she’s so alert and with it, not like a lot of spazzed-out kids whom you have to lie to the parents about and claim they’re cute — this little one really IS adorable!):
And snoozin’ as always:
