...didn't get up 'till quarter to ten; strolled in here about half past. I'm "supposed" to be here at 9AM. Woo Hoo! I haven't even been here a full hour yet, and I'm already looking for a good reason to go home. Anybody else feel like this today? I hate Mondays.

If only I'd listened to Otis, and brought a gun along to work, my day would have a little EXCITEMENT in it!

Just out of curiosity... are any of the other job haters actively searching for a new job to hate? Or have we all just resigned ourselves to the fact that the way we have to spend our days is punishment for something evil we did in a former life?

Jesus Roller-Skating Christ... I need a vacation.