Did I mention it's Monday?

I actually got out of the house on time this morning and gassed up the truck without incedent. I hop in the elevator to get out of the parking garage (on P6) and as the doors close I hear a siren/claxon. I figure it's just a car alarm. When the doors open on the first floor, there is a flashing light, a claxon and a voice saying "...building. Please do not use the elevators."

I freeze. I look around. The passageway from the elevator to the building is closed off. I'm in a hall with elevators and a door marked "No Entry". I panic. I cuss. I get back in the elevator and *pray* that it still works. I hit P2 (cause that's the next closest floor).

When the elevator opens, there are no sirens, no lights, everything is normal. I take the escalator up, so I can get *out* of the building. There is no noise. I see one or two people, everyone is carrying on as normal. I'm shaking and want to go home and snuggle my teddy bear. 'Cause yeah, my adrenaline has been shot through the roof. I couldn't see a way out and it scared the crap outta me.

Oh, and at work, I sent a letter out with someone's name spell incorrectly *and* we sent the wrong contract. Although in my defense, I don't generate the contracts, just the letters that go with them. But seriously, what's the best way to make your team look incompetent? Send out the wrong contract and mis-spell the guy's name to boot. *ugh!* (ASIDE: Who the fuck spells Collin with one L?)

Bitch, Moan & Whine

Oh, my, God. My uterus hates me! I want to go home, crawl into a hot bath and die. I ache all over and feel slightly nauseaus to boot. My legs keep trying to go numb and my brain keeps exsiting stage left. Oh yeah, I'm here for another two hours. I suspect they'll be two of the longest hours of my life.

Meme-age

this was the best wording of this meme...

There is a reason you are on my friends list; I consider you a friend.
Most of you I have met not-in-my-computer, some not.
If we have met, please remind me of how we met!
If we haven't met, how did we find each other on this great and grand World Wide Web?

I'm not screening comments. I mean, really - unless we met the first time in a naked bondage night club and you're ashambed of it, then there's no reason why these comments should be screened.

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