Coffee Table Declarations
Monday, September 22, 2003
ow... wrist hurts... typing is painful....
Don't you hate the people who stay at work no matter how sick they are and everyone acts like they're making some noble sacrifice and they are so dedicated to their jobs, yet meanwhile, they ruin it for everyone, making you feel like you can't go home if you don't feel well...
"Hmmm, well she dragged herself in and worked a 14 hour day despite having tuberculosis, appendicitis, 105 bee stings, and the bubonic plague, so I suppose it might be frowned upon if I wanted to go home, seeing as I have some sort of wrist injury and a particularly queasy feeling in my stomach."
The above is true. Well, the part about my wrist and stomach anyway. I feel yucky. And I hate Mondays.
Don't you hate the people who stay at work no matter how sick they are and everyone acts like they're making some noble sacrifice and they are so dedicated to their jobs, yet meanwhile, they ruin it for everyone, making you feel like you can't go home if you don't feel well...
"Hmmm, well she dragged herself in and worked a 14 hour day despite having tuberculosis, appendicitis, 105 bee stings, and the bubonic plague, so I suppose it might be frowned upon if I wanted to go home, seeing as I have some sort of wrist injury and a particularly queasy feeling in my stomach."
The above is true. Well, the part about my wrist and stomach anyway. I feel yucky. And I hate Mondays.
