The daily description of my life in hell (otherwise known as the Wann Langston Memorial Library). Pretty much.
Friday, April 12, 2002
CH-eryl and Dan are not at work today!! The library smells so much nicer. posted by Sadie at 4:17 PM
Thursday, April 11, 2002
Oh boy! CH-eryl and Dan are having a who-can-have-the-nastiest-breakfast contest.
And..CH-eryl takes the early lead with the stench of some fried, spicey eggs.
Ohhhh but Dan is closing in with the nice syrup on the chin from the plate that is three inches from his mouth.
CH-eryl answers with an astonishing amount of greasy sausages.
Then Dan wins the whole thing by pulling out and slurping..do I even say it??? A Gogurt.
That's right. He actually ate a Gogurt. posted by Sadie at 9:30 AM
It's not even 9:30 yet and I have already had to restrain my hand from ripping Dan's face off. It would be such an improvement. I threw a 1986 journal in the trash by the copier. See, I threw it away cause we got rid of all our 1986 journals about a month ago and I missed this one. Dan pulls it out of the trash, asks me if I mean to throw it away and then says that I might want to move it to the trash can by my desk...his reasoning? Because someone might see it and do the same thing.
WHO? Who in god's name would throw away a fucking journal? They would have to be a bigger idiot than Dan is! Oh, what? Someone's all "I done copying..now what do I do with this journal? Hey! There's one in the trash I guess people just throw them away when they're done."
One good thing: CH-eryl has been wearing brightly colored/patterned clothing. And there's really nothing better than an obese woman in lepoard print, is there? posted by Sadie at 9:49 AM
Fucking Weds. Fucking me. Always go with your gut peoples. Always. Dan and CH-eryl were on their way out the door to go to some meeting! It was all wonderful and candy and kisses for me! The phone rings. It's the guy they're meeting with. He asks if they are gone. I say "yes" and then something comes over me - guilt or some crap - and I say "well I can still catch them" he's all "please do".
I call them back. Dan takes the call and.....dun dun duh!! It's the guy canceling the meeting. Dan laughs his crazy hyena I'm a fucking repressed gay man laugh. The one where all eight of his chins wag and his slit of a mouth is sucked up by his teeth. Suddenly every vein in my body tenses. It's my self punshing my self. posted by Sadie at 9:47 AM
Monday, April 08, 2002
Sometimes I wonder at the complete ludicracy of science funding. For example, some doctor has been given a grant to study mummies in his free time. That's all fine and good then what does he do with the money? Test the mummies for drugs. Well, hell, even I could tell you that the Egyptian pharoahs were up to their ears in drugs. You know - just like every ruling class since the beginning of time EVER??
Dan seemed to be fascinated by this. Than again, hearing about mummy drugs from the Daily Oklahoman (worst newspaper in the country) is probably the closest Dan has ever gotten to a party...or a naked body. posted by Sadie at 9:06 AM
Friday, April 12, 2002
