This weekend I was promised excessively drunk rednecks. I only got moderately drunk rednecks. There was chicken to make up the difference, though, so it all worked out.
Why do I get progressively later to work every day? I suck at waking up in the morning. Good thing I work in such a relaxed atmosphere. A chick called me at 8:45 this morning to let me know she was going to a doctor's appointment and I was like, "um OK....I'm not even at work yet, so I think you're alright." She overestimated my concern for her absence.
I'm sure I'll make up for it throughout the week though. There will likely be some shenanigans that will keep me here late.
And why is it that I'm getting griefed for trying to be economical? I bought a box of cokes this weekend to bring to work because I drink one every day from the machine and it's cheaper to buy a box of them than to buy them from a machine. What do I get as a reward for my thriftyness? Rude and hateful comments, that's what!
"Hey Cokehead. Are you going to drink all of those today? I'll just take them to my desk so I can control how many you drink."
Contrary to popular belief, I do have a small measure of self-control. I did have to keep them in the trunk of my car to keep from drinking all of them this weekend, but I had to self-control to do that, so there!
No intervention needed. What-so-ever.
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