There's a petfood talk here tonight, until 8.30. I honestly don't see why I have to stay for it, I don't ever see myself having to help customers with pet food*. I'd much rather be at home on the couch with the cats and my knitting. I'm full of snot and my tummy hurts. And I'm tired. I need chocolate and strippers**. Or chocolate-covered strippers.
I am looking forward to one day when the world realises what an evil genius I am and pays me to not blow up the moon. Then I can stay home all day and knit and play with my cats and plot evil plans for world domination***.
* isn't that why I'm in the finance department, so that I don't have to deal with people except on the phone?!
** not necessarily in that order.
*** which I will sell on Etsy to 3rd world countries for a stonkload.
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Later that same day:
Ok, cheered up now. FSM bless Go Fug Yourself, cos nothing cheers me up like people being bitchy about other peoples' outfits. Also, tonight's talk comes catered with veg lasagne and chocolate brownies.
I am looking forward to one day when the world realises what an evil genius I am and pays me to not blow up the moon. Then I can stay home all day and knit and play with my cats and plot evil plans for world domination***.
* isn't that why I'm in the finance department, so that I don't have to deal with people except on the phone?!
** not necessarily in that order.
*** which I will sell on Etsy to 3rd world countries for a stonkload.
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Later that same day:
Ok, cheered up now. FSM bless Go Fug Yourself, cos nothing cheers me up like people being bitchy about other peoples' outfits. Also, tonight's talk comes catered with veg lasagne and chocolate brownies.