Friday = Funday

Today promises to be a FUN day at work.

Coworker Morgan's car is in New Hampshire being repaired. He had no way to get back up there to get it (barring the bus) and we need his car/truck/jeep/whatever tomorrow to tug the work float in the Pride parade. So it is now "work-related" that I drive Morgan up to NH to fetch his car. And Jen is going to leave work early and come with us! And Morgan assures me that there is an Olive Garden up there!

(Okay, shut up about my fascination with Olive Garden. There are like NO Olive Gardens in Boston and it is one of the few chain places that I actually LIKE, if only for their delicious salad dressing. And let me tell you, this baby LOVES italian dressing.)

I mean, it's Friday, it's supposed to be nice, and I'm taking a road trip with two of my favorite people in the area on company time, and THEN eating the "poor kids' special."

YOM.

Killjoy

Attention:

If there are any other people out there that I considered good, long-term friends that want to decide that this is a great time to tell me that they can't be my friend anymore for whatever reason, please send all "Dear John" letters ASAP to judecorp at gmail.

I really can't feasibly emotionally handle one after another after another, week after week, and try to keep it together and make it through my day, let alone be able to take the best care of myself. So if you think this is something you are going to need to do, please kindly send all such e-mails within the next three days or so. And if you don't make it in time, I respectfully ask that you keep it to yourself for the next six months so I can get my crap together and actually try to enjoy things a little bit.

Thank you.
-The Management

How did no one tell me about this until now?

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NSFW. But oh so funny. Oh god. Thanks, Sarah and Marc. I am going to be singing this all freaking day.

Squirrel Massacre

The freakiest, grossest thing happened at work earlier.

We have this sliding door that goes out into a small patio and we have a squirrel (or maybe a couple of squirrels) that is always out there doing squirrely things. Very cute. So I get into work and I'm sitting here and occasionally I glance back at the squirrel, when out of nowhere, this gigantic mega-bird (a fighter bird, like a hawk or something) dives down and squashes the squirrel in its evil talon feet. The squirrel is twitching and it is stomping on the squirrel and oh em gee, it was so awful to watch. This was about two feet from me, separated by a screen door.

So I ran out there to try to scare the nasty bird away and it flew away with the squirrel still in its stupid feet.

I hate birds.