Did I mention it's the busy season at work? It's been the busy season since May, but it's now THE BUSY SEASON *alert alert alert*.
I did not win $1 million via my Butterfinger bar today. That makes me sad.
I did something yesterday that I ashamed about, and Hay found out about it in the middle of the night. When he woke me up out of a dead sleep I lied to him. This morning I told him I lied and apologized for doing so, and for doing what I did in the first place. It's too private to say more than that. I'm just feeling detached from the whole situation. It's over with, it's just disappointing. I know that I did what I did because I am feeling too much pressure to succeed at too many things. I prefer a Lazlo Hollyfeld-type of lifestyle, but instead I have a Martha Stewart life. Minus the jail time and house arrest.
I moderated a meeting this morning at which I attempted to joke around, and it fell pretty flat so I said something like, ohhhkay, too early in the morning for joking around about [insert whatever I was talking about] then after that everyone woke up and laughed at all my jokes. I'm funny! Laugh at me, dammit! :)
I share a phone with one of my co-workers, so every time it rings we have to get up and see which one of us it's for. I hate that. Neither of us wants to use the phone, so how's about we unplug the damn thing and leave it at that?
Je suis une potty-mouthe. :) Fuck fuck fuck.
Okay, have a great Tuesday! I will blog at you later, mes ami(e)s de blogville.