I'm procrastinating at work. I don't want to deal with the PILE of crap I have on my desk to do and email inbox full of more crap to do. I'm sick of being at work till 8 at night - sick of reconciling - sick of whiny producers and DC's boo-hooing "Where's my money?".
I HATE YEAR END.
-Excuse me while I go raid the vending machine-
...
-Ok I'm back-
*Rips open Famous Amos Cookie bag* Munch...Munch...Munch....
Where was I? Oh, yes. My loathe for Accounting Fiscal Year End. Seriously...it can suck the gunk between my toes. Not a fan. I'm drowning with all my responsibilities but, hey, my boss and the Controller took me and two other Staffs out to a "Don't Screw Up" lunch today which was nice. And ominous. Here's a free lunch....Don't F*ck Sh*t Up....
I did suggest we eat at Brio at least. Smirk. My $15.00 Chicken & Sweet Potato Risotto was super freaking yummy.
Why-o-why can't I be one of those idiot House Wives of Wherever women that get to spend their dumb rich husband's money all day and be dramatic and have their own TV show...?? I can be bleach blond/get fake boobs/be dramatic! I like spending money. I think I could handle not having a job...
*Sigh* I would hate the drama part of it though. And those woman are idiots - Really Lucky idiots that got LUCKY (did I mention I feel there is LUCK involved) to be able to have the option of marrying some rich dumb guy - cause it wasn't there supreme looks that sealed the deal for them. Those woman aren't really that attractive. Which is sad cause, with that much money, the bar is set a little bit higher, know what I mean?
So, yeah, my point being. Work blows.
I HATE YEAR END.
-Excuse me while I go raid the vending machine-
...
-Ok I'm back-
*Rips open Famous Amos Cookie bag* Munch...Munch...Munch....
Where was I? Oh, yes. My loathe for Accounting Fiscal Year End. Seriously...it can suck the gunk between my toes. Not a fan. I'm drowning with all my responsibilities but, hey, my boss and the Controller took me and two other Staffs out to a "Don't Screw Up" lunch today which was nice. And ominous. Here's a free lunch....Don't F*ck Sh*t Up....
I did suggest we eat at Brio at least. Smirk. My $15.00 Chicken & Sweet Potato Risotto was super freaking yummy.
Why-o-why can't I be one of those idiot House Wives of Wherever women that get to spend their dumb rich husband's money all day and be dramatic and have their own TV show...?? I can be bleach blond/get fake boobs/be dramatic! I like spending money. I think I could handle not having a job...
*Sigh* I would hate the drama part of it though. And those woman are idiots - Really Lucky idiots that got LUCKY (did I mention I feel there is LUCK involved) to be able to have the option of marrying some rich dumb guy - cause it wasn't there supreme looks that sealed the deal for them. Those woman aren't really that attractive. Which is sad cause, with that much money, the bar is set a little bit higher, know what I mean?
So, yeah, my point being. Work blows.
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