Last night was spent at . . . Dullardís. Surprise! Before work I thought I would get a sugar cookie because sugar cookies always make me happy. Mrs. Fieldís Cookies here I come. One sugar cookie, one regular size normal thickness sugar cookie. Price? $1.79. That was with my fabulous mall discount. What the heck. That did not make me very happy.
With all the excitement of nothing happening in my life Iím not sure why I keep updating. Maybe thatís not true. Maybe I keep doing it because my secret hope is that a year from now I will look back and read this and remember how miserable I was and how far I have come. Thatís possible. Or maybe typing entries makes it look like I am actually working here at my desk. They all probably think, wow, sheís typing so fast, she must be doing something! 90 words per minute!
Still no apology from the Boss Man. Yes, I do fully expect that to happen along with hell freezing over and pigs flying out of my butt. I am dreading him coming back next Monday. As it is now everyone in the office just ignores me. I feel like a piece of furniture. An ottoman, but not a nice one, more like a faded orange and brown plaid ratty one in the corner of the rec room with one leg missing, a nacho cheese stain in the corner and a wet doggie and stale cigarette smell. Possibly with a spring sticking out.
2005-08-10 at 10:47 a.m.