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So I finished my monthly report and handed it in by the deadline and... I was on target again. I have no idea how I pulled that off.

Cutting for boring work crap. And then I talk about last night's Angel and Smallville
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Okay, so I am the last person left at the office when the cleaning crew arrives. This is normal.

They are hanging out in the break-room - I'm cool with that. They are kinda being loud - again not a problem. Someone was smoking in the bathroom a while ago. More power to her.

But dudes. Don't talk about me. I am right here and I speak Spanish - at least enough to get a joke. I *know* what that means. And I do have a life. Just not right now.

I wanna go home.

Watching "School of Rock"

And omigod. I am Joan Cusack in this movie. I am the uptight, neurotic principal. I even dress like her for work. Also - I too love Stevie Nicks.

I need Jack Black to take me out for beer and to sing "Edge of Seventeen" to me.

Except - if someone was singing the theme song of "Good Times" I would never stop them. Ever. Do you hear me? Never ever.

temporary lay-offs
Good Times
easy prey to rip-offs
Good Times