Greetings from Cubicle Land. Be Glad You Aren't Here.

[sisabet]

So after watching "Flowers for Hobbes" for the 23,324 time last night I was all full of love. I was like Buffy watching the Hellmouth close - I was *that* full of love and hope and possibly a bit hungry. Someone should make Buffy a burger or something. I'll have one while you're up -- med-well, no cheese. Thanks. Oh! A soda would also be super.

Wait - I had a point. I lost that point.

::looks under desk, rifles through papers::

The point is gone. The point is no more. I am officially pointless. I am stubby.

This is exactly how my day has been. I overslept by an hour, but I made it to work an hour late. Considering that I am always a half hour late (we just now assume that my start time is 9 since I am salary and here until after 6 every single night, it works out) so in reality I was a half hour late from my usual time and well - I think that is great for waking up when you are physically supposed to be at work. Also - I am not a brain surgeon or in charge of rocket launches - I can do my job just as well on my own schedule as the corporations. It is understood I do my work - so no one cares.

I'd probably have made it in by my usual (late) time except Dawn's theoretical boyfriend or trainer got tickets for the entire family to go see a play in Cincinnatti and we *have* to leave at five, so I need to look really good all day long and *that* my friends, takes at least an extra 20 minutes. But it is Friday and who cares? Right? I made really good time considering I overslept by an hour.

I'll keep repeating that last bit.

So anyway - normally I come in the office door and sneak into my cubicle and the only person who really knows what time my sorry ass shows up is the receptionist and she *loves* me - she told my manager yesterday that whenever she needs help or someone to handle a file or client that is not their own, that everyone will do it, but I am the only person who responds cheerfully and enthusiastically.

It is my theory that my cheerfulness and enthusiasm is directly tied to the fact that I am not here at 8:30am. Just a theory, mind you.

Well today I come strolling in (looking *fabulous* though in tall boots, grey heather knit A-line knee length skirt, thin silk knit pale pink V-neck with x-long sleeves that hang just below my V-black cardigan and long camel coat) my boss is directly in front of the elevator.

Yay. Good Morning!

My unease is not aided by the fact that I need to leave early today to make the play. I never ever never leave early.

Luckily my cubicle is waaaaaaayy in the back by the break room. I'll go out that way and let the receptionist know to cover for me. I might leave my desk light on - but no way can I leave my laptop out. There is one girl who does do that - cause she leaves but acts like she is still in the building - but I am not risking it. Hell - for all they know I am taking my laptop home early on a Friday to work extra.

Hee

I crack myself up.

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Random bit of happiness:

Dead Like Me renewed for 3rd season - should air in June 2005.

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And I still have Season 2 to watch!! Thankfully - I now feel in a fairly good psychological space to see - so now it is just a matter of DLing and finding time.