March 3rd, 2006

XBox Me

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Dear random dude working on our ceilings:

I don't know what you're up to, but you're kicking up an awful lot of dust. Knock it off.

Oh, you're done? Fab. Could you do me a favor and tell the folks directly upstairs to STOP WITH THE FREAKING DRILLING RIGHT OVER MY DESK?

Many thanks,
Me
*headdesk*

Notes for the day

Dear Day: You seriously needed to die several hours ago. You're luck you're dead now, 'cause I would have killed you.

Regards, Me

Dear Printer: What's wrong, baby? Haven't I been good to you? Haven't I given you paper, toner, love and affection? So why must you turn on me like this? Huh?

I hope you get over yourself and your snit over the weekend. I might have to lay the smack down, otherwise.

Love, Me

Dear StephiePod: Thank you for being full of Broadway goodness. You've made today much easier, and...yeah.

Love! Me

Dear Self: Singing along to "Big Spender" is not permitable in the office. Not even if the boss is gone for the day.

*facepalm*s, Me