Hug It Out Girls.

The idea. Just the simple idea of coming into work this morning seemed monumental and insurmountable just an hour ago. Now that I'm here I can understand that I may have been a little bit silly. It really wasn't all that bad. Although there was an atrocious individual on the train who smelled absolutely disgusting. I mean just the quintessential odor of grime and degradation. Oceans and oceans of aroma that would have sent the stoutest of heart running for the door yet I endured my fate with the utmost dignity and poise.

And why? Well apparently so I could walk into my office and be promptly informed of my immature co-worker's antics last night. Fighting and bickering and carrying on like little kids causing the most appalling fuss. Honestly! I didn't really get into what the kerfuffle was all about since I was sincerely disinterested, but that was hardly the end of it. As I was walking down the hall another one of my co-worker carbie sluts and I had a brief conversation which ended with him telling me I looked I tired.

Can you imagine?

A workplace where such comments are permitted. Even tolerated.

Yes, I've been working 12 hour days for around 2 weeks now or whatever, and I may be looking a little less than vivacious, but can we not discuss it if you don't mind. Although I consider myself a pacifist and I absolutely abhor violence I do have to say that if it didn't take so long to remove my jewelery, I'd certainly have at a lot more of these bitches that think it's appropriate to make insensitive and brutish comments like that.

The Yankees are still riding their 9 game winning streak, and for his part RoRo seems to be riding it outside the company of ho-bots and strip clubs. And although we have a writing board in our break room at work, and I guess I'm suppose to write something taunting and biting up there about "my team" and their success I choose not to. I mean I've never done it before, and this seems like a poor time to start. You can never be too careful with these streaks and runs and whatnot. And what would I write? I have no idea. Incredible? Suck it bitches nonstop? I guess I would have to get creative eventually boo-yah.