Brenda, I find "Flying Spaghetti Monster!" to be very useful for those moments. Or "Fuck a flying dead duck!" Or "Dear sweet jebuslug!"

I am doing my job! Oh, you`re talking to Jesse. Guilty conscience.
 
Thank goodness, Suela. Here`s hoping for a smooth transition, with raise!
I have painted my nails Verde from the Nubar Venetian Glass collection and this has apparently made me less homicidal, and it turns out I`m having quite a productive morning.
 
This afternoon is our last party, and then we`re on Christmas break. Or I am, anyway. The SO is working way too many holiday hours at the music store lessons. But I will be done, whoot. So now I need to do some self-assessment to see what needs doing over the next few weeks. I want to strike a balance of getting big boring work tasks done, big boring household tasks done, plus actually having the sensation of having time off. It will take a lot of discipline to achieve, so I may need to call on youse guys.
 
Oh, and the next Onerous Task day ended up the day after the concert & party, so it`ll be good, because I`ll want to lie around, but there will be lots to do. And if I do it, I could then have a nice clean house for the rest of the party. I mean, holiday season.

Holy shit.

You could always tell her you're not saying out of frustration, but praying loudly.

I sold the PS2. YAY!

oh brenda. you could do like my religious great grandmother and say "Judas Jesse".

Just got the following email from the person who sits in the next cube to me.

Switch to Sweet Zombie Jesus.

Thank you for the reminder, ita! I just Twittered about it.

Good God.

Speaking of crazy importuning emails, here is one that just came to my husband!

Dear Professor,

I know it is really obnoxious to ask this-- but can I please have an A? I realize now that zooming through exams in order to be finished so we could have as much time as possible to discuss philosophy might not have been the smartest method of test-taking. but, looking back at everything, can I have an A because I do, in fact, know the information, and I showed up every day, and participated, plus, I am pretty damn cool.

Regardless, how does one go about swapping majors? Also, what classes do you teach next semester?

He was not joking.

The first email was odd. ( because -- just ask. forget all t he extra stuff) but that one ... somehow he/she should have found a philosophical reason.

I get that person's urges to not hear that (I'm a workplace pearl-clutcher after all). Shattering? Shaking and crying.

plus, I am pretty damn cool

Well, I'm sold.