I broke my toe last week running from the bathroom to the living room when I realized I was missing the beginning of The Office. The middle toe on my right foot. How is it even possible to break a middle toe? I blame it on the post-work wine tasting. Anyone who thinks I’m going to taste and pour is out of their bloody mind.

Tonight brings another apartment party and it sounds like this is going to be a biggun. I’m going to be really embarrassed if I run out of beer again.

I’ve learned I really enjoy helping plan weddings when I don’t have to pay for any of it. By weddings, I really just mean Nij’s wedding. All the brides I have to deal with at work can suck it. Nij did decide to put us in strapless dresses, though, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.

I gave up candy for Lent and I was doing really well until last weekend when Angie and I were waiting 40 minutes for a car wash and my spring rolls and sesame chicken finally wore off and I was STARVING and I found a Tootsie Pop in my hugesack and devoured it before I even realized it was candy. Sorry, God. I didn’t mean to, honestly.

I got my review at work and I got rated superior. What the hell? I was in my new position for two months in 2008, the review period. For the first month I wasn’t even doing my job and the second month I was mourning my dad’s death. But, hell, I’ll take it. I expected to get a stern talking to about my general bitchiness to my supervisor, but it turns out he loves it, so I’ll roll with it.

I wish I could tell my dad all this stuff. I couldn't care less about telling my mom.

And now, since I want to look back and laugh someday, quotes of the day from work:
AW: “Christ! They’re trying to give us Bibles.”
CL: “We want FRESH dead hookers.”
MW: “Bitch, this is an act of kindness.”
And, taking it way back, my favorite one-two punch:
NAK: “There are two prime selling times per day.”
MW: “Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.”