So I spose I'll do it before he can call me on being a big damn hypocrite who's bored off her ass at work.
So hi. I'm bored off my ass at work. Had 3 "jobs" this morning, but nothing going this afternoon. My coworker dude was supposed to be back today (yeah, you wondered why I quit bitchin about him huh? He's been out since October. Back surgery)... Anyways, he went to his doctor last week, and he's got bronchitis, so his doc didn't want him back till Wednesday, so I'm hoping he'll finally be back Wednesday. He was supposed to be back November 17th, but obviously that didn't happen. As much as I know I'll bitch about him once he's back, I want him back. I kinda miss him. Ok, I just don't like having this office to myself. It's all big and creepy and full of equipment, and windowless, and that air-vent-thingie over there, you see it? Up on the ceiling? Yeah, that one. When there's no other sounds (I listen to my Ipod now to block it out) it gets really loud and sounds like some stalker-pervert breathing, and just generally freaks me out. That's why I don't come into work on the weekends anymore. It's uber scary on weekends, cuz then you can't even hear other people in the hallwas outside, and I don't think anyone's in the building at all.
Right. So now we know Kay's a paranoid-freako, who believes there's a stalker-pervert in the ceiling, even though it's those panels that wouldn't even hold the weight of a newborn... Maybe I should name him. Oh yeah, it's a him. No female on the face of the earth breathes like that. Except maybe for a rather large dike-woman. "Large and In Charge..." Maybe I'll name it Pat. There we go. So when I feel like it's a guy, it's Patrick, and when I think it's a freaky dike-woman, it's Particia. Pat. I can handle that.
Has anyone else noticed a slacking in funny emails at work? I don't get shit anymore. At all. I used to get all sorts of funny shit when I opened my inbox in the morning, and especially Monday mornings. This morning I had some A to Z thing from that-one-girl-who-fills-out-every-one-of-those-survey-chain-letters-know-to-man. Which was ok this morning, cuz that's all the non-work shit I had. But it's kinda depressing. It's like checking your mailbox (real mail) and being happy that junk mail's there, cuz at least it's not empty.
What's that Pat? You have no idea what A to Z thing I'm talking about? Well here ya go:
A- Age you lost your virginity?
B- Birthday?
C- Car of your dreams?
D- Dad’s name?
E- Easiest person to make you laugh?
F- Food you eat most?
G- Any encounters with a ghost?
H- Hungry?
I- Interesting fact people don't know about you?
J- Jumped in a pool with all your clothes on?
K- Kissing with eyes open or closed?
L- Last time you did something BAD?
M- Memorable moment you can think of in a minute?
N- Nicknames?
O- Outgoing or Not?
P- Person you last talked to on the phone?
Q- Quote that you feel represents you right now?
R- What are you allergic to?
S- Song you last sang out loud?
T- Time you woke up?
U- You like to sing soft or loud?
V- Vegetable you hate most?
W- What are you most afraid of?
X- X-Rated current love life?
Y- Yellowcard or Green Day?
Z- Zodiac Sign?
There you are Pat. Hope you're happy, you fat fuck.
3 comments:
Oh. My. God. I was JUST about to come over here and give you crap for not having a recent blog post on your site, and you beat me to it!
:)
Nice list, too. And you'll be happy to know that I have indeed posted a new entry which should keep you sated for awhile.
No group bunny tales, though. I'm having a big Christmas party this weekend and I'm assuming some crazy stuff will happen that will be blog-worthy.
Until then, I leave you guessing and dreaming and wishing you were here.
Kisses.
Oh, and before I forget:
A- 17
B- 2-7-78
C- Porshe 911 Turbo
D- Rick
E- Any of my friends.
F- Spicy.
G- Ghosts aren't real.
H- Nope. Just ate lunch.
I- I was born in Texas during a BLIZZARD. The rarity of that is mind-boggling.
J- Yes.
K- Either way. Sometimes I like them open.
L- Last weekend. No, I'm not telling.
M- July 4, 2003 on the beach at midnight with a full moon.
N- Shanshu.
O- Outgoing.
P- My mother. Great, now I look like a dork.
Q- "Can't you hypnotize me so that I don't know I've been at work all day?"
R- Nuts and Pollen and Cats.
S- O, Holy Night.
T- 6:50am
U- I do it just right.
V- Spinach.
W- Infinity.
X- Um...let me think....yes.
Y- Green Day
Z- Aquarius.
I suppose if Shanshu can fill it out, I can too. Can't let him beat me on my own damn blog.
Z-Gemini
Y-Green Day
X-Yeah, probably. Off and on.
W-Going deaf. I can handle blind, but not deaf.
V-peppers.
U-loud, but only in my truck with the windows up.
T-5 23 am
S-Tainted Love, by someone from back in the day.
R-ammoxacillin (sp?). When I was a baby anyways.
Q-I can't think of anything. No, wait; scratch that. I read something today... Hang on... Yeah, never mind, I'm full of shit.
P-The Honey
O-Not really
N-Kay
M-I got Goofy's autograph. Couldn't get Micky. He's a slippery bastard. But when I was 16 (ish) I chased down Goofy, beat off the million little 8 year olds, and got my damn autograph. I got some other people's but he was the best.
L-Eh... Don't know.
K-Usually closed.
J-Never
I-No one at work knows I have a honey.
H-Yeah, a little, now that you mention it.
G-Nope. But freshman year, a couple senior friends and I went ghost-hunting in an abandoned house. Just a lot of bat shit...
F-Reeses Puffs cereal and Brown Sugar pop tarts... This week.
E-My honey. Or anyone who inserts an obscure Anchorman quote into any conversation.
D-Ken and Delmer (pa and step)
C-I want a baby blue convertible T-bird. But I'll settle for a new truck.
B-7 June
A-19 or 20
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