I know, I didn't post anything yesterday. It wasn't from a lack of effort, believe me, I must've typed and discarded (or saved as a draft to linger and waste away in my blogger account for eons to come) a good fifty posts. And since I'm staring down the same deserted mental hallway today as I was yesterday, I will simply reproduce for you some of the titles (which, all things being equal, were the only interesting parts of said fifty posts. And "interesting" might be a stretch.)
- DeDooDooDoo DeDahDahDah (becuase, you know, that's all I have to say to you)
- Some Days Are Bouncers That Won't Let You In (if you know the song, it makes slightly more sense - or at least indicates the flavor of the post)
- I'm Not Sure How To Respond To That (this one only makes sense if you were to read the rest of the entry...but it's a very work-related rant and I decided discretion might be the better part of valor. Or at least the better part of staying gainfully employed for the next 7 days.)
- "Seven Days" Was All She Wrote (this relates somewhat to the one immediately above, but was slightly less rantish and simply circled around my receipt of the notification that my company's subcontract was ending in 7 days but that they hadn't bothered to inform my company yet and weren't sure exactly when they were going to get to it.)
- We Fixed the Glitch (You're probably beginning to identify the theme here - though this one included supposition that once my company does find out that they no longer have a subcontract, it's incredibly likely that I will be moving my office to the basement. With the rats. And no red stapler.)
And so on, and so forth, though they got less creative (if the above are at all creative) as the day wore on. I'm so glad it's Friday I could kiss my calendar.
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