One small complaint about current place of employment.
Small office = bathroom right next to cubicles.
I’m a scared pooper. Or maybe a paranoid pooper. I don’t like people to hear me poop (or pee, actually, but I can get past that). I used to be able to hold it until I got home to my pooping haven. Now, since I work 23.75 hour days (slight exaggeration, but it sure does FUCKING FEEL LIKE IT) I have to do the deed at work. I’m sure they’re not listening, or if they do hear then they are doing everything possible to avoid listening, but it still grosses me out. Just let me poop in peace!
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This weekend may have been the laziest weekend of all people born on this planet, ever. Floatapalooza ’05 was cancelled because of last minute cancelling by rat bastards + Mikayla being so sick she actually didn’t feel bad about calling in sick for work. So, since no one knew we were in town, Trent and I took advantage by spending most of the weekend on the couch, bed and living room floor. Yet, I am still exhausted. This is the first sign of being an old fart.
Tonight, we headed out for a celebration of two wonderful years of Heath and Mikayla. The plan was to go out to a Japanese Steakhouse, do some saki bombs and eat like hogs. Point 1: Done. Point 2: Not done. Point 3: Most definitely done.
I am now about to give birth to a teriyaki chicken baby. I will name it Georgia. And she will be the queen of all teriyaki chicken babies. Forgive me, I am stuffed and delusional.
After a long week of overtime, broken servers, flooded office buildings, lost volleyball games and all-around meltdowns, the crew is heading off to the Elk River in good ole’ Noel, Missouri, for a floating good time. Though I was in a…brace yourself…gulp…sorority in college, I never actually went on the ceremonial float trip. So, to make up for lost time (and to get the FUCK out of this workaholic town) Trent decided to organize a trip full of beers and boats for us and 10 of our closest friends. After a few [most] of them backed out, it’s going to be a couples trip with us, Heath and Mikayla and Amber and Jake.
The scary thing is we’re all bringing our dogs and camping. Outside. With no air conditioning. I predict bitchiness!
I’ll be back in action on Monday to fill you in on who drowned, which dog was lost, and who was attacked by wild animals on Monday. Wish us luck!
It’s natural, I tell you!
/2 Comments/in Blond, Work /by MeganOne small complaint about current place of employment.
Small office = bathroom right next to cubicles.
I’m a scared pooper. Or maybe a paranoid pooper. I don’t like people to hear me poop (or pee, actually, but I can get past that). I used to be able to hold it until I got home to my pooping haven. Now, since I work 23.75 hour days (slight exaggeration, but it sure does FUCKING FEEL LIKE IT) I have to do the deed at work. I’m sure they’re not listening, or if they do hear then they are doing everything possible to avoid listening, but it still grosses me out. Just let me poop in peace!
Saki belly
/2 Comments/in Blond /by MeganThis weekend may have been the laziest weekend of all people born on this planet, ever. Floatapalooza ’05 was cancelled because of last minute cancelling by rat bastards + Mikayla being so sick she actually didn’t feel bad about calling in sick for work. So, since no one knew we were in town, Trent and I took advantage by spending most of the weekend on the couch, bed and living room floor. Yet, I am still exhausted. This is the first sign of being an old fart.
Tonight, we headed out for a celebration of two wonderful years of Heath and Mikayla. The plan was to go out to a Japanese Steakhouse, do some saki bombs and eat like hogs. Point 1: Done. Point 2: Not done. Point 3: Most definitely done.
I am now about to give birth to a teriyaki chicken baby. I will name it Georgia. And she will be the queen of all teriyaki chicken babies. Forgive me, I am stuffed and delusional.
Floatapaolooza 2005
/2 Comments/in Fun /by MeganAfter a long week of overtime, broken servers, flooded office buildings, lost volleyball games and all-around meltdowns, the crew is heading off to the Elk River in good ole’ Noel, Missouri, for a floating good time. Though I was in a…brace yourself…gulp…sorority in college, I never actually went on the ceremonial float trip. So, to make up for lost time (and to get the FUCK out of this workaholic town) Trent decided to organize a trip full of beers and boats for us and 10 of our closest friends. After a few [most] of them backed out, it’s going to be a couples trip with us, Heath and Mikayla and Amber and Jake.
The scary thing is we’re all bringing our dogs and camping. Outside. With no air conditioning. I predict bitchiness!
I’ll be back in action on Monday to fill you in on who drowned, which dog was lost, and who was attacked by wild animals on Monday. Wish us luck!