So without further ado, I present to you my thoughts. Unedited. (Yikes)
My outfit is all janky today. When I got to work I noticed a mysterious smudge on my pants. My shirt has a boatneck neckline, so my bra straps keep popping out to say hi. I couldn't find my black TOMS this morning, and I forgot to grab my scarf. I thought that would mean this would be the worst day ever, but so far I haven't killed anyone yet so I think we're good.
I have a stack of rent checks to enter into a cash log, but before I can do that I have to download a spreadsheet of all our tenants on eviction, so I know which checks to hold and which to accept. The problem is, PFF and I share a username and password for the program, and she's on it ALWAYS. And only one person can be logged on at a time. I tried a handful of times to log on and download the spreadsheet, but before I can even click the right button I get the "you have been logged off" message which makes me straight up angry and homicidal and please pass the chocolate before I have a meltdown. Sometimes I'll keep logging on anyway, because I know that it logs her off. And sometimes, through the wall I can hear her scream at her computer and it makes me feel a teeny bit better, because THAT is how I feel every day trying to get these checks done. I know. I'm a bad person. But sometimes I just get to the end of my rope with
Speaking of her, she has yet to take down the Christmas decorations. There are still decorations from the 80s all around my desk, and the Christmas tree is still up. I don't know if she realizes it's her job to take them to the storage closet. I would do it, but I can't leave my desk for long. So there we are.
I realized last night that I'm the only woman in the world who doesn't watch The Bachelor. I just have zero desire. I think the whole concept of the show is kind of disgusting for some reason. But then again, I've watched Jersey Shore, so I have no right to judge. BUT....did anyone watch Downton Abbey on Sunday night?!? I need someone to discuss every single detail with. I can't stop thinking about it! SO MANY THINGS TO SAY.
I saw that some blogger wrote about a class on Pinterest. PINTEREST. A class on Pinterest. Why? Why is this necessary? I mean, ok, Pinterest was a little confusing at first, but once you start pinning a couple things you get the hang of it quickly. But a class? That seems like too much. I think my beef is more with bloggers who think they are experts on all things and must charge you a lot of money for them to share their genius with you. I've seen a lot of this lately and it annoys me to no end. But lesbehonest, what doesn't annoy me these days?
I'm an expert on one thing. One thing I could charge the big bucks for. I could teach you how to take sneaky pictures of people without them noticing. It's a gift, my friends. A talent I was born with. And it's my duty to share it with the world.
Hallelujah! I was finally able to get on long enough to grab the spreadsheet I need. Only took an hour. Now I guess I have to go do some work.
I'll leave you with this. This is me attempting a Jim Halpert face yesterday when a coworker told me I looked dressed up (not any more than usual) so he didn't recognize me at first and figured I had finally been replaced.
|I look like I forgot my dentures.|