Shit Rolls Downhill
There is a certain joy that comes from delegating tasks that you don’t want to do. Today, I’ve managed to delegate two things that I had absolutely no interest in figuring out and I’ve developed an attitude problem that is making me not care a fig about actually taking care of the things I do care about. Hmmppfff…
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I think I’m getting sick. Either that or I need massive quantities of sleep. I’m hoping for the sleep part. We’ve got sickies in the office though which doesn’t bode well. I really don’t get why they won’t stay at home when they’re spewing germs and look as if their eyeballs are going to self-combust at any moment. Bleee…
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This morning Miss A and I were watching the news and the little scrolling thing along the bottom reported some interesting news. It involves a former co-worker of hers and acquaintance of mine. She is an educated person, Master's degree if I remember correctly. The news this morning was an amber alert. She is wanted for kidnapping her grandchild.
Concerning as I tend to hold out that my education armors me from sinking into the cesspool of insanity that surrounds me most days.
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Christmas shopping is on the agenda for tomorrow. I dare not hope I will get it all finished tomorrow. The best I can hope for is to get the kids done.
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I think I’m getting sick. Either that or I need massive quantities of sleep. I’m hoping for the sleep part. We’ve got sickies in the office though which doesn’t bode well. I really don’t get why they won’t stay at home when they’re spewing germs and look as if their eyeballs are going to self-combust at any moment. Bleee…
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This morning Miss A and I were watching the news and the little scrolling thing along the bottom reported some interesting news. It involves a former co-worker of hers and acquaintance of mine. She is an educated person, Master's degree if I remember correctly. The news this morning was an amber alert. She is wanted for kidnapping her grandchild.
Concerning as I tend to hold out that my education armors me from sinking into the cesspool of insanity that surrounds me most days.
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Christmas shopping is on the agenda for tomorrow. I dare not hope I will get it all finished tomorrow. The best I can hope for is to get the kids done.
Labels: dumbassery


