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At work and I am now 2/17ths to where I need to be. Yahoo! At this rate I'll be finished in another 8 hours.

Oh Lord.

I'm rewarding myself everytime I close a file with checking my email. It is called "Positive Reinforcement" otherwise known as "Crippling Internet Addiction." The terms are interchangable.

So when I finish here, I plan on writing Tricky's dialogue and finish scalping Justin and then watching Angel. Again. Who said my life was boring? Oh - I'm gonna do one of those AE tutorials as well and if Dawn is around, maybe have her show me how to do the FTP thing, because it is time I learned and I have stuff to upload. And unload. And just general baggage and maybe I need to look into this counseling thing, but LJ is cheaper and AIM is free.

Interesting side effect of the season one promo that we can pretend is a season 4 spoiler Hot!Justin icon: I feel motivated to work out. Get strong. Kinda like I feel after watching a Faith episode. So as a compromise I am wearing gym clothes at the office. Baby steps, people. Baby steps.

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I am now 6/17ths of the way there!! Yay!

I'm also listening to Etta James sing Born to Be Wild.

You know what? I believe her. But in my head - when she sings this song - it is Borne to Be Wild and I have no idea where the extra "e" comes from or why it is there. It just is.

This office is majorly creepy in its deserted glory. I keep hearing other people talking and I'm the only person here. I did some exploring and it appears my cubicle mates have their radio alarm clocks scheduled to go off regardless of the day - so there are random radio blatherings here and there. Since I'm the only one here, that frees me to crank up my CD player. I'm sufficiently inhibited though, just being at work, that I am concerned I only play "work appropriate" tunes. So no Obie Trice today. I do want to listen to Speakerboxx, but that is just motivation to get the hell outta here. That and creep factor.

Sing it Etta!!

7/17ths and almost home!

Edited because English is not my second language and I have no other excuse.

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For those of you keeping track and playing the home game I am now only 9/17th. I am severely demoralized at this point. I think I work for Wolfram & Hart.

I don't want to do this for the next 25-30 years. I really, really don't. But I like money. Money is nice. It buys happiness. Beg to differ with me? Try to be unhappy sitting on your boat. It is just not possible. Well, unless you are being murdered by some random drifter at sea - then I guess money really can't buy your happiness. But, it probably makes everthing else up to that point much more easily bearable. Those Perfect Storm guys didn't end up so happy either. Probably because they didn't have money. That and the giant tidal wave.

I should probably rethink the whole boat hypothesis.

Argghhhh. I hate this, I really hate my job and it is pulling teeth anymore to force myself to do it and I'm gonna stop right now cause this is pointless. I'm an adult and I have responsibilities and it is a decent job and I just need to concentrate. And I'm not. Focus is not my friend or even a minor aquaintance anymore.

Last of The Saturday Office Posts

I am going home now. For the sake of my sanity and co-workers life I need to leave this place. I understand slacking - but I never slack when it comes to a co-worker's desk - be it a reassignment or whatever, if I am passing it on - I clean up my mess.

I know it is a fine line but this is just one to many times and I'm all sorts of frustrated.

I'll have to come in tomorrow. I'm at 15/17 so tomorrow should be a calm, meditative day where I just get my desk back on track and see if I can actually go above and beyond.

And I apologize for the incredibly tediousness of this post and it's lack of any fannish qualities. I felt the need for closure on my office post-spam and it has been achieved.

I leave you with thoughts of Angel's hip. Hip of Angel. Enjoy.

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My favorite LJ exchange of anything ever:

http://www.livejournal.com/users/thebratqueen/351742.html?thread=3843326#t3843326

::dies::