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I'm not really working today. I hit 39 hours yesterday, so, since OT is quickly becoming a big DON'T DO IT OR WE'LL UNLEASH THE WRATH AND FURY [insert scary monster-y growl noise here] kind of thing, my boss has graciously told me to stay home and only complete timesheets for this portion of the pay period. However, all of the emailing back and forth this morning between her and I took about an hour, so it looks like someone is going to need to throw the corporate monsters an extra bone this week.
I am a fan of today. Not having to do many semi-managerial duties (heh, I said duties) has nearly made it possible for me to meet an impromptu goal: no clothes for 24 hours. Living alone does have its benefits, except for moments like these where I want to be nekkid AND have ice cream that is not in my possession. But, I am going to have to hold out until 6:30 tonight. I already had my cake and ate it too once today. This is probably for the best - all of the timesheets should have rolled in by the time I meet my silly little goal, and I can throw on a t-shirt and stretchy yoga pants and go to Cold Stone.
Mmmm, Cold Stone. It's a hundred and fucking fifteen today and I'm pretty sure I'll be eating ice cream soup by the time I get home, but mmmm just the same.
H'okay. Back to doing nothing whilst visions of ice cream soupy scoops dance in my head. Nom.
