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1:41 p.m. - 02.08.05 I am about to say fuck it and leave work today. Mr. Bossman has decided that I�m Miss Cleo and can read the future. Do they sell crystal balls at staples? I can�t read minds. We are having this celebration in March for people that worked on a particular project. Not everyone was invited because either they didn�t work on the project or they didn�t start far enough back to have worked. I sent out an e-mail to everyone on our team off a master list that was given to me by the celebration coordinator. If people were left off this list don�t you think the correct person to go to would be the coordinator for the event? It�s not in my power to add people as I see fit or I would have included my best friend on there. But no of course not it�s my fault. He�s the one that provided the initial list for her to work off of. But I�m getting yelled at for not including people and I�m getting told I can�t do my job properly when it�s not my fault, not even one little bit. I started crying on my way to lunch today. I already feel like crap, I really didn�t even want to come in today and I wish I hadn�t. This morning when I was putting together a list for him of everyone that had not responded to the e-mail I sent out, he starts screaming at me to get it to him right then. Apparently I was supposed to type 150 names in 8 seconds. I�m sorry I�m not quite that good. Especially when the names are weird and include 9000 vowels each. Bite me. Bite me very much. I can not stand having him tell me I�m incompetent when basically when it comes down to it, it�s his fault. If I screwed up, I�d say it. I need a new job, I say that all the time but for real I need one and fast. Anyone hiring an Executive Assistant? I won�t ask for much, I�m making practically nothing as it is. I�ll be your bff. In other news, I received FOUR new CDs in the mail last night. Holy crap I almost cried with joy. If there is anything I love getting more than a mix CD I haven�t decided what it is. Thank You. Thank You. Thank You. Dixie, you are my hero and a half. I can�t get off the first one I�ve put in to give a more thorough review. Also because I�m insane and a thousand years late oomm my refrigerator is the coolest one for miles. All the other refrigerators are so jealous they cry. Suckahs. I watched this show on MTV this weekend, they have I guess hidden cameras in peoples cars and watch them sing to themselves and act like fools, while all the pop culture/ reality junkies watch on in glee. WTF? I�m so afraid to talk to myself while I drive now. I don�t want to end up on MTV having a conversation with my steering wheel. I guess the only consolation is that no one I know really watches MTV. I�m a VH1 whore myself. I <3 everything Michael Ian Black does, says or touches.
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