Last week alone, I worked five lunchless 12 to 13 hour days, and one three hour Saturday. Basically, I worked a 65 hour WEEK.

Today I went into Elizabeth's office to tell her that I was going to lunch. I did this because I never take a lunch, so I didn't want her to wonder where I was when I was not at my desk. I was telling her this because I am nice, and I feel the ridiculous need to be available all the time.

Me: "Hey! I just wanted to let you know that I am going to lunch today, so if you need me and I am not at my desk, that is where I will be."

Her: "That must be nice. I'll be right here."

WTF? Seriously. Am I not working hard enough or something.

OMMFGWTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffffFFF

i smell like barbecue.

I would really like to know how a parent can forget that they have a child with them before they leave them in the car all day to die. I just read about the second 3 year old in as many days who died in a hot car. what the shit?

Today my head feels like I jumped into a swimming pool without holding my nose. Even my nose is burning. It's so bizarre.

As much as I didn't want to go, I am glad I went to the happy hour last night. It was fun.

My birthday is in a couple of weeks, and my family, husband and I are going to my friend's condo in Rockport to celebrate 23 years of Rachel. I am looking forward to this.

Other things I am looking forward to:
lunch with Mandi
getting wrecked tonight
breakfast and the Zoo tomorrow

things I am not looking forward to:
the half-blood prince movie has been moved from November of 2008 to July of 2009

they really should have checked with me first.

I have to go to a happy hour at the ZaZa tonight, and all I want to do is go home! We are hosting it, so I have no choice.

I guess going there will still get me home sooner than if I stayed here at the office...

I have always known that there would come a day when the blatant disrespect the office administrator shows toward me would become comical.

Welcome to that day, folks.

It has reached a point where she is merely asserting her authority, and no longer seems to have an interest in making sense, or in appropriateness at all. I get it.

We are at our very busiest time here in the hell that is recruiting, and sometimes it really helps to keep a sense of humor about things.

I feel like the mean hateful awful things in my brain are just falling out of my mouth, but they are silent. I am overflowing with disgust and pity and all I can think to do is embrace the hilarity of it all.

Tonight I will read Harry Potter again until my eyes cross.
Tomorrow is Thursday.

Yesterday I could no longer bear it, and I sent Cory to the store to purchase the Deathly Hallows. To this point, I have been delaying the inevitable, knowing I would be depressed once I finished the last book. Now all I want to do is read, and I am running out of time, because once school starts all of my reading efforts will be concentrated on finite mathematics. (ew)

This morning I discovered that I am addicted to slim fast. It's pretty funny, because a week ago I was pissed that I was having to drink it and now, I don't even want solid food anymore.

Why does it taste so bad at the beginning? And why is it so tasty now?

Today, it rained outside.

For this reason -- a moderate rainstorm -- my office was closed for the day. Anyone with an ordinary job would not care, but I have a ton of things today and being out of the office was a frivolous waste of time. How shameful is it that I feel this way?

All that aside, it was a lovely day. I read about 500 pages of the Half-Blood Prince, baked cupcakes, made egg salad and hung out with my mister.

Thanks, Hurricane Katrina, for making every minor rainstorm a state of emergency.