Monday, March 06, 2006

Worst Case of the Mondays

It's my last Monday at my current job. Could I be less excited?


The answer is no.

Everyone wants one more piece of me before I leave. "Organize all your prjoects so we don't lose anything after you go." "Train everyone on how to run this machine. We need every single detail. I've scheduled 3 four-hour blocks. Is that OK?" "Can I have your entire bar-coding file?"

Let's not forget tennis. Someone's gotta take this team over and make sure we get all our matches played.

I just want a nap. And hasbrowns--cooked MY way...BROWN, not hash-lukewarms or hash browned on just one bit.

Wanna go to Chotchkie's, get some coffee?

It's a little early...

I gotta get out of here. I think I'm gonna lose it.

5 Comments:

Blogger Liz from IP address: said...

At least your gonna get a little time off.

9:49 AM  
Blogger Brad the Gorilla from IP address: said...

Hitman J, you've got to come help me over on my blog! I need someone to stir, chop and peel. You've got time, right? And energy?

I'll go with you to get hashbrowns if I can get french-fries this early in the morning. I call french-fries "cancer sticks," because they are, but look at it this way: you can't put ketchup on a cigar.

11:14 AM  
Blogger Hazed from IP address: said...

quit talking abut food, dammit! Oh, and J, who loves ya, man? I have a lollipop with your name on it (as soon as I'm non-toxic/cootie-free and approachable again

1:40 PM  
Blogger SignGurl from IP address: said...

I made the absolute best hashbrowns yesterday. Perfectly brown and crispy. They were hot and crunchy in my mouth. Yummy!

7:43 PM  
Blogger Hazed from IP address: said...

pssst...pssst...J, dear, iwubuvewymush

7:18 PM  

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