daydreaming about doing it

making my work less efficient since puberty.

def leppard and scorpions on the radio at work

FUUUCCCKK I LOVE MY JOB

you will be visited by three ghosts: asshole, asshole and out-of-state asshole

ghosts of bad decisions past, stop making me look bad in front of the a-hole i'm hanging out with currently.

tumble grumbles at work:

dislike.

another step towards becoming a fully-functioning human being?

i've slept without the tv on every night this week.

terrible novelty t-shirts (so far)

"flying is the most fun you can have with your pants on"
"i have a strong tendency to throw myself out of airplanes"
"lady pilots don't stall around"

well, ok.

it would smell like werther's originals.

old men come in here, looking like santa claus, trading stories about flight patterns and part specs with the boss. their speech is different, their posture more relaxed. i would like to work in an office populated exclusively by old men.

typical bean counter

was just informed i will be manning a lone desk somewhere within the bowels of the office building on mondays and wednesdays, watching a door that leads who knows where and greeting the few who might enter it.

decreased human interaction! increased fbook access!

boredom hits around 3pm and does not abate until 5.

had another dream about guy fawkes day, except this time with presents. kept thinking i was going to wake up to a "happy gf day" text, but i guess synchronicity's picky about the ways in which it'll blow your mind.