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Friday, January 10th, 2003
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3:37p - eye contact—hand!
hey, guess what? i'm supposed to stay late today, but you know what? not gonna. know why? i'll tell ya why, because i'm a rebel, that's why. i don't wanna stay late, so i'm not gonna and that's all there is to it. i am totally out of control. insubordination rules!
actually, this is what it is. i have to work some hours tomorrow and some hours on sunday and i just don't think i can take much more of these assholes without shooting myself or them. or both. all of which are perfectly viable options, so long as i remain unfazed by the prospect of prison time. this is what i hear as i returned to my desk at about 12:15 with a noah's bagel covered with tomato-basil cream cheese (which by the way, was the high point of my day) : "hey b.j., wouldn't it be funny if your last name were swallows? huh huh huh..." followed by more butthead-esque laughter. after that died down, i was treated to a particularly detailed account of phil's colonoscopy. in exchange for that visual, i gave him a demonstration of how i look while vomiting. then, after listening to their speculations on whether the gay guys in our office should be allowed on the basketball team, i said "hey, you know what homophobia really means about you, right?" a comment which was received with blank stares.
so now, i'm cleaning out my inbox and making some last calls and i plan to not only not stay late, but leave early, in fact. yeah, you heard me, leave early. come three o' clock, i am marching out of here and up the hill and not one of you has the midiclorians to stop me.
"get used to it, betazoid"
current mood: fidgety
current music: into the woods new cast
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