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So...I think God decided to go ahead and "f*&K" with me today. Why do I think that? Well let's start from the beginning, shall we? To set the stage it has been rainy and cold and crappy here for the last few days resulting in a mindblowing migraine and my reject Neurologist must be on vacation or something because my refill is not getting refilled!
Anyway, last night I got home at 4:30-got into bed with all my clothes on-and slept until this morning. Headache is better, BUT. I got to work today to find that the "file fairy" had filled my cubicle with depression/headache/negativity inducing files. I go about my happy business...taking files up and down the stairs while carrying heavy said files when I manage to fall UP the stairs-not down them. So instead of hurting myself physically, my pride took a big ass beating.
Then I'm in the potty pulling up my stupid work pants and the goddamn button pops off! The pants were too big to start with and now I have to literally hold them up. Hustle my hinder back to my cubie and cannot find one single safety pin in the gigantic drawer full of paper clips and thumb-tacks. As if that all were not cruel enough.
I am rummaging for a way to keep my pants on when suddenly the fire alarm starts beeping and flashing and a recording comes piping through the PA "a fire has been detected...please exit CALMLY down the stairs-DO NOT take the elevator..." and it keeps repeating the same message over and over and over.........then the biggest snot-face chick on my floor comes marching toward me to inform me that "this is the fire alarm, you need to grab your purse and walk across the street" then promptly marches away. I'm sorry, what was that? Your mustache was distracting me.
There I am outside (having made my way down the stairs and out the door with purse in one hand and holding my pants up with the other) and I am damn near ecstatic. Those stupid files are going up in flames! Yay! Upon inspecting the building I see no smoke and am immediatly crushed that I now have to return to my den and piles of files. Ay. Funny God or whatever your-face is-well done.
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Posted by ladiegodiva on 2008-10-08 19:00:33 | Rating: | Views: 78
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