the real life office

sometimes my brain works too fast or it cross communicates what it wants to say with what is actually said and something completely ridiculous comes out of my mouth.

what i was trying to say:
either “i’ll stay on top of it” or “i’ll remind him to look at it”

what i ended up saying:
“i’ll stay on top of him to look at it”

yup.  i’ll stay on top of him.
*head desk*

other than that, i’ve decided no one… no one should be this happy on a monday morning.  and i’m completely swamped.  what gives?!

i’ve been renewed with the passion for the life i used to live.  i missed my youth and suddenly it came knocking at my door.  office hours be damned.  may is turning to be the month of rock.  returning to my old life makes me happy.  i’m sure this will change when i’m half dead and coming into work at 8:30am.  you can shoot me then.