Speaking of Russians, I was pretty excited when a coworker Nataliya signed her email Natasha!
In other work news, my job is so full of fuckery, my colleague just suggested we set up a counter like they have for the national debt, because it just keeps going up. This is why I'm inclined to apply for jobs I may or may not want!
Jesse, I want that counter.
Every person in my family is having some sort of mood today. It's exhausting.
Nice, Jesse. Not the fuckery. How do you count fuckery? Can we monetize this counter?
Ugh, Dana. The call and the Coke.
I just got email advertising international ancestry.com and was wondering if it was worthwhile. By "just" I mean in the last couple of months.
How do you count fuckery?
Well, there's always another incident.
Can we monetize this counter?
OMG, that's how we can quit!! You are a genius.
Dang, I went and looked out a window and it's too foggy to see the highway. That's basically the other side of our parking lot.
Don't forget my cut, Jesse.
Note to self: just finish the damn Coke before you spill any more of it. This time, just a bit of the desk suffered.
I'm sure this has no connection to my early morning wake-up call.
Dana, maybe try a caffeine pill next time?
Don't forget my cut, Jesse.
Of course!
Oh, sure, no way being up for a 6:30 am call could affect Coke spillage.
I'm sure everyone will be relieved to hear the coke is gone.
It wasn't just the early wakeup; it was all the other times I woke up, worried that I'd missed the alarm.