I can’t believe it’s only fucking Wednesday. This week is going to be the death of me.
So, I have mentioned the bitch monster that works here with me. She’s 24 years old and is my superior. That wouldn’t be so bad if she weren’t such a little princess and didn’t treat me like crap. Case in point, this morning, at our weekly meeting, she decided (and everyone agreed, including me) that “we” need to organize the office, empty boxes, consolidate, move certain furniture etc. But then I realised that she meant RIGHT NOW and also, “we” meant ME. “Someone has to do it” she said. “I don’t care who”. But then everyone went back into their office and she reminded me that it needed to be started on this morning. So here I am in one of the shortest dresses I own, moving bookshelves, breaking down boxes and sprawling out on the floor doing manual labor. I love to be everyone’s butt monkey! And now it’s 10:30 and I still haven’t done any of the work that’s in my “job description” this morning. Granted, I could be doing it RIGHT NOW instead of blogging. But fuck, I need a break, and I’m too pissed off at that spoiled little designer suited bitch to do any real work.
On a lighter note, I saw a free screening of I, Robot last night with Dom and Faye. It wasn’t as bad as we’d expected. In fact, while certainly not being Shakespeare (or even Asimov), it was pretty damned entertaining right up until the end when it got all Jerry Bruckheimer-pointless slow motion-unrealistic gravity-defying stunts-y on us. Also, there was a pretty weird scene with a cat. I guess they were trying to establish what a nice guy Will Smith’s character was. Whatever. Anyway, I probably wouldn’t recommend paying full price for it. MAYBE a matinee if you’ve already seen everything else. But definitely worth a rent for a mindless evening involving beer.
And Faye promised to start a blog :P so I’m leaving the full review up to her for her first entry. Go Faye!
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