Well it started really early this morning when one of the doggies wanted to go out and pee. I have yet to understand why when she can hold it all day while I am at work and I take them out like around 11 PM before I go to bed and get up at 6 AM but anyways…I”m on my way downstairs through the living room past the entertainment stand where its about 6 ft tall and has they door handles that are square and stick out and of course one is level with my boob and I scrape the hell out of it through the shirt. Can you say OUCH:?::!::?:
Then I’m at work minding my own effin busy and the chatty lady from the lab comes over and says I hear a rumor that you are moving. I dunno where these people get these things, she’s not even in my division. I told her point blank I wasn’t going anywhere. Now the chairmans office was cruising through Friday with some new physician I guess and wants the space where the fellows are supposed to be sitting in my coworkers division. But I have to wonder if they have space for these people in another building to move to why not put the new people in there to begin with so nobody has to move??
I forgot we had the EPV here over the weekend and so I missed out on watching some volleyball but of course I had my own trials and tribulations with the damn trees to cut down and although I may have ultimately won that fight with them coming down it caused a fair bit of damage to me in the process. I’ve found some new bruises and scrapes.
*In the midst of this post I found out from a higher up that that “rumor” was bogus as I knew it had to have been because why would you put in new office furniture for people to move them?
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Since I’m the only guy in my department, I’m usually rude to chatty people. It works wonders.
I’m not sure if you could do that at your job though.