Mondays are the worst ever. I don't think I'm a big complainer, but I will always have nothin' good to say about a Monday. Monday is really no different than any other weekday really, only I'm usually a little more hung-over. So today I thought I'd chronical all of my big doings thru my Monday in order to try to understand why they are the way they are:
8:00 am; got to work, on time, don't have my iTouch cause asshat step-son stole it and took it to mom's. Made a note to punch him.
8:15 am; Finally able to log into my peice of shit computer that takes 50 hours to start.
10:10 am; wasting company time by starting to write a blog. Looking forward to my pink slip by mid-afternoon.
10:15 am; remembered broken but halfway functioning headphones in file cabinet, Chaka Kahn is making everything seem a little better.
10:38 am; Sales is making everything worse by being fucking retarded.
11:37 am; IMing my buddy Paul, just talking about weiners and balls.
12:52 pm; Back from lunch, ran home for a nice 15 minute recharge nap and a quick wank. I'd say the day is looking up, but I'm thinking that was prolly going to be the best part of my day.
1:01 pm; Got a text from BFF Philson, Club Joy is back open this weekend. I barbacked there before it closed 4 years ago, the funnest time in my life. See if I can't get my job back.
2:18 pm; Out of steam.
4:00 pm; One. More. Hour.
4:06 pm; Asshat step-son calls to tell me that my iTouch is frozen and won't work. Making a note to punch him twice.
Skipping ahead to 5:00 pm; running out the effing door
5:30; cocktail in hand and a step-son punched twice