Boo!

I’m not sure if I should be thankful or maybe a little sad that there’s not some single, late-40’s aged woman who works in our office and feels compelled to decorate the place every holiday. A Jack-o-lantern would’ve been nice, but I don’t think I could deal with bat shaped paper streamers and ghost figurines everywhere.

Sounds like someone’s got a case of the Mondays...

Well, so far today we’ve had a transformer catch fire, lost power for over an hour, had our phone/fax/modem lines go down over 10 times, and had a coworker lie about her mother trying to commit suicide as an excuse for why she didn’t do a damn thing over the weekend.

Oh, and I'm also processing an ap named 'Cobraa-Phenix Hawk'. Niceeeee.

“Ice to meet you…”

Fucking A, so the AC is a little wacky in the new office, but it’s really not that bad. My coworkers, however, bitch like the office was in Antarctica. I swear, I’d rather eat a box of rat poison than put up with another day of non-stop whining about how the thermostat dropped below 72. I once worked a five hour shift with a strange, rhythmic stabbing sensation in my stomach (which later at the ER was diagnosed as Appendicitis) and didn’t complain a peep. Pansies...

Movin' on up!

Well, we’ve pretty much moved into the new building and I’m liking it a lot. The new office is larger, cleaner, and has a full wall window that provides a glorious view…of the massive office building next door. My only two real complaints are:

1) The AC is broken at 64 degrees. Granted, when you walk into that from a sweltering 95 degree November morning in Houston, it’s refreshing. But, after about 45 minutes your fingers and nose have gone numb because you’re not a damn Eskimo.

2) Someone walks their dog in the parking garage stairwells. I mean, what the fuck?! You’re walking your dog up to the 4th floor in a parking garage so it can take a dump on the stairwell landing? ASS.

At today’s gas prices…

I processed an ap today who’d been arrested for larceny of motor fuel, or in layman’s terms: siphoning gas. Classy. I wonder what brand of mints are the best at getting that gasoline taste out of your mouth.