Title: Just another manic Monday
Music du jour: Sarah McLachlan, Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
Random link o' the day: The
Real World Blows. Muahahahha.
Mmmm... Sarah. I must tell you how damned yummy Sarah is. But you probably already knew that. I would jump into bed with that woman in a hot second. Yes I would.
*ahem* Scuse me. I must be preoccupied or something today. I can't imagine with what. I better stop now before I incriminate myself.
Well, it's Monday yet again. I have a theory about Mondays: I think they should be outlawed. Yup. No Mondays; we should all go straight into Tuesday. Of course, the bright ones among you are perceptively pointing out that if you ditch Monday, Tuesday effectively becomes Monday, being the first day of the working week. It becomes a virtual Monday, so to speak. To which I say, "Feh! Do you not know, my children, that there is something so intrisically Evil(tm) about Mondays that no other day of the week can possibly hope to compare? Can you somehow fail to comprehend the black malevolence and the total sucking void that IS Monday?? HUH??"
Okay, so it's been a long day.
Work this week is going to be interesting. We've got about half the group in training classes all week long, which means there are half of us to do the work that's usually spread out among the entire group. So far it hasn't been too bad. I'm staying a little late tonight because I'm helping Billy cover his queue time so he won't have so many tickets tomorrow. He's still trying to catch up from last week, and my queue isn't too high right now, so it's not a problem to stick around for a bit. He'd do it for me.
To do list on snerk:
Looks like Meg has a new site now: fisticuffs.org. Not much there right now, but it looks like it'll be groovy when she gets it going.
-- marcie.