I’m just sitting at Starbucks, killing time, while traffic dies down a bit, pondering on what six-pack of boozahol to take to Dragon-con, and what creative back roads route to take to avoid as much traffic as possible, to prevent me from even more white hairs sprouting on my head.
So in the meantime, have a picture of D-Pat getting emasculated waxed so he can accurately dress up as Cheetos during the weekend.
So I’m sitting at work today, and around noon, the sky pretty much begins falling, and doesn’t really stop until about 9 p.m. The best part was, that people in the office began freaking out, and plots to get out of the office early, and all the other nonsensical excuses people come up with to skirt their work duties began stirring. For hourly slaves like myself, that’s not always in the best interests, but that’s another story.
Bottom line, by 3:30-ish, 80% of the office was gone, and I was back to plugging away at doing the tasks expected of me in order to earn my gravy. The local traffic site, Georgia-Navigator.com was about as flooded with bandwidth like the morning I found out that Costco was selling Piss3s online when they first came out, and I tried really really hard to get one. But I stayed pat, because one, I’m smarter than everyone else in the office, and two, I need the hours.
