So, I wake up today and drive the 17 miles into work. I'm instantly in a bad mood, being that it's Monday and all, and the work cloud that was erased by the weekend is already starting to re-assert itself. I'm going trough the work routine, waiting for the co-workers to start coming in. The woman I work with who's due back from vacation doesn't show on time, so I figure she's dragging too. Then, when she's about 2 hours late and no one else has shown up yet, a little pilot light in my brain struggles back to life. "Wait a frigging minute...."
I open up the 2006 Holidays folder on my desktop, and Monday, January 2nd, Day After New Years, is the first entry. [lol]
It's official, I've turned into my father, please shoot me. Of course, now I'm back home in a pretty good mood again....
I open up the 2006 Holidays folder on my desktop, and Monday, January 2nd, Day After New Years, is the first entry. [lol]
It's official, I've turned into my father, please shoot me. Of course, now I'm back home in a pretty good mood again....
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