Its Been Awhile

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Originally uploaded by Jesse Di'Mante

I know why its because i've been working 50+hrs a week.
That's why.

End it now.

You know the funny thing about getting a paycheck is that you actually have to pretend to like what you do. Case in point, I have to endure the stupidity of work with all its fuckedupness and non-sensical shit but grin and bear it. Walk into the office like "Ladeefrickingdah, good morning, how are you, can't wait to work" bullshit diggity. Enough already? No I can't throw in the towel because I rely on the damn moneys to support my family. Okay, so what if my family includes 2 dogs?!?! They need to be fed too, just because I choose to starve myself doesn't mean I should starve them. I'm off on a tangent again, I forgot what I was writing about.
Maybe it's time for some special coffee...

I'm a rebel in disguise.

I post this in a meeting with Management and no one is the wiser.
I am such a rebel, a rebel in designer work clothing. Oh fancy pants.
I'm zorro styles like a theif in the night, ninja skill posting.
Ninja bandita styles. WHAT!



AND no one is the wiser cause I'll chime in every other sentence to say something very related but nonchalant "as a matter of fact" commentary. I am so good at stuff!

Only 6 more hours to go and I'm outta here! WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!

"I'm Working From Home"

What does that really mean? Definitely not what it says. It makes me giddy as sh*t that corporations worldwide are losing money to this epidemic of work from home. That's GIVING it to the MAN! So here I am sitting in my pjs, drinking my coffee, "working from home". I feel so entitled, so priviledged to be able to write taunting emails to my fellow mates about how much "work" I'm doing.
I really did have a purpose to work from home today. I need to focus on updating some crappy excel and don't need the jibberjabber of my fellow coworkers bitching about how much they think the place sucks in not so politically correct terms. Yet for some odd reason I'm not getting very much done with the noise from the street, the blaring music from my ipod and constant msn/gtalk messages from my mates about
"my ass hurts" or "im so drunk from binge drinking". Funny though, it doesnt help to have a big ass sitting on your tron that stops you from typing your oh so important blog about not working.

Zee cravings must stop.

NomNomNom on Miss Vicky's Salty and Vinegary chips. Sucks for the throat but oh so good going down. I don't know what it is about the mishmash of flavors, its so wrong but feels so right. So rejoice with me and grab a bag and eat the whole thing and don't feel guilty. It's okay I won't tell anyone you're a fatty eating potato chips with greasy fingers typing on a shared computer during working hours. Ew.