see! I am not cut out for this corporate crap. Or maybe I'm just not cut out for Park Cities. First I was told that it's not good to be smart. And I don't mean smart as in sassy. I'm talking smart as in "the sum of the square root of any two sides of an isosclese triangle is equal to the square root of the remaining side" (well, Pythagorean theory is pretty elementary, as far as equations go, but you get it). How is that even possible? And wouldn't you want the smartest people around you that you could hire? No, we want to be staffed by dumbasses. Good call! Then, I was told that it was offensive that I said "Debbie Does Dallas" because, "we've all known since the dawn of time that was a porn our daddies liked". Are you kidding me? I WAS TALKING ABOUT THE MUSICAL MY NEIGHBOR IS STAGE-MANAGING! And what the fuck business is it of yours? Don't fucking eavesdrop on my personal conversations, being conducted via cell phone and in our office's kitchen. Even if the musical was called "Tie Me Up, Doink Me, Spank Me, Ride Me All Night Long", (which, by the by, I would totally go see) who cares? When I am not working here, I will watch whatever I please. I will eat whatever I please. I will dress however I please. I will curse as much as I fucking please. I cannot handle a boss who tells me that she doesn't like to micromanage and then turns right around and micromanages me. It's like the day she sent me a twelve paragraph email because I deigned to leave at 4:45pm to go pick up my Smang, who was stranded without a working vehicle. GRR!

I wore my fabulous black coat with the faux-fur collar and cuffs today. It was quite cold at 7:40 am. Now, at 4:11pm, it's not so cold. I know this because I keep checking the weather via Yahoo. I am supposed to go see DDD tonight (which is what started today's round of "work drama"). But my head hurts. I have cramps (sorry, any boys who potentially read my blather). And I just wanna put on sweatpants and sit on the couch. I just have to go and buy some sweatpants....