Break Time
I'm in the process of trying to get a promotion of sorts at work. It's a rather complicated process, so I won't go into detail, but BWIBTD (bonus points if anyone but John and Bucket knows what THAT means), is that I have to prove that I'm doing more significant tasks in order to be bumped up the pay scale. So, in addition to completing more time-sensitive tasks and keeping on top of my boss's daily schedule, I'm doing more work on the whole. It's good; I like being kept busy, as the day goes by a lot faster. But it also is allowing me to see how people work 9 and 10 hour days in New York. Not that I have nearly that much work- I don't- but I actually feel important and essential. I think that's a good thing.
So, forgive me if I don't have time to write about trivial goings on (goings-on?) that you really probably don't care about anyway- I'm working.
So, forgive me if I don't have time to write about trivial goings on (goings-on?) that you really probably don't care about anyway- I'm working.
5 Comments:
Banana Walk In Bermuda Tits Doody? that it?
By 001 Savage Mountain, at 11:08 AM
bob would imagine bottles thrown, duhhh
By Ratface, at 11:20 AM
Basically What It Boils To Down?
By Unknown, at 2:29 PM
Wait, is that you, Buck?
By Hilary, at 7:11 PM
Beatiful White Itty Bitty Titties...DAMN!!
By Anonymous, at 7:41 PM
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