Apparently, the correct exclamation at the end of a frustrating project is not "Good grief, I need porn." That is the exclamation I made, however. I love that my job inspires this. And I filled out the vacation request today (finally) for SHarecon. Let me tell you something. I'm very lucky to have a job so open to my interests. When you fill out the "Contact" part of the form, it's to let them know if you can be reached in case they need you for an emergency situation (usually "where did you put this file for this grant that's due...today?") My response for the past two years has been the same everytime. "Well, I'll have the cell phone, but I'm at CON, so you decide if you really need to talk to me." That's all I have to say and they understand. "Ummm, Kimberly's in the middle of porn central. I don't think we really need to call her." I love my job.
We're having a going away party for my coworker tomorrow. I hate that she's leaving us, she's a good friend, but she's going with her boyfriend so he can go to graduate school. I am happy that she's gotten a job and that he's gotten into schoo, but I'll still miss her. We're going out for drinks after work tomorrow, too, so I'll try to party enough to last me. That is, I'll party in between watching the hurricane remnants pass by. I don't care what the second one is really called because for me...Bonnie and Clyde sound so much more fitting.
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lethargic.