||[Aug. 11th, 2005|09:37 pm]
Somewhere in Antigua
Sign the fuck up. Seriously, I will start solliciting soon.I am disappointed with the lack of participation in the Pointless Gatsby Project. |
Leaving here in roughly a week. Can't say that I'll be sad to go, so much. Dunno, f-list. This has been the Summer O' Drama, and let me tell you: me and drama, we're like a goth girl and a shitty razor blade. Sure we're attracted to one another, but the end results: not so nice.
I somehow managed to embroil myself into a bitter, wrathful argument between two colleauges. (See: my relationship with drama). I built this really nice database for a department at work, and there's this one dude who thinks the Man is gonna come down on him, so he's been sending me emails in secret, asking me to add little features here and there. Well. Shit hit the fan. Evidently, the Man found out about our clandestine correspondence (THE STORY OF MY LIFE) and promptly visited me in my shitty office/cubicle.
"DON'T PAY ATTENTION TO [EMBITTERED MAN]!" she screeched at me in caps, clutching a damning, printed out email.
"um. okay?" I wavered, my eyes drowning in a pool of drama.
"JUST SHINE HIM ON," she continued to ululate, in caps, "IF HE ASKS YOU WHY HIS SHIT ISN'T DONE, JUST SAY YOU'RE WORKING ON IT."
"gulp. eeep. err. ack," I stuttered, choking on a bitter chunk of drama.
In other news, I'm going SCUBA diving off the Channel Islands this weekend, and I'm very excited. Though, have to be in Santa Barbara at 5:30am. This may, in fact, kill me. However, I'll be certified. Finally. Oh, and for peeps coming back from Mehico: What We Doin'?
Bed: it calls.