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| Monday, March 14, 2005 |
| Don't Touch My Stuff. |
Don't come in my office. Don't expect me to talk to you. You aren't funny. I'm not funny. And he's especially not funny. Just stay out of my way.
I'm very grumpy today. I've warned people whom I want to like me tomorrow that I'm grumpy. I've shut my office door. I don't want to be cheered up. I don't want to be loved. I don't want to be made to laugh. I just want to be grumpy.
Is this a problem for you? No, nothing happened. No, it's not that time of the month, why do guys always ask stupid questions like that? Are you saying I can't just be grumpy? Hey, don't give me that look, I warned you. I told you--wide berth, steer clear, leave the door shut. Today, I really don't give a flying fig if what I say hurts your feelings. I'm grumpy.
Oh, it's you. For the love of Howard, YES, I'm still bringing in the Deviled Eggs for the St. Patrick's Day Luncheon and of course I'm going to bring my own dish. What did you think I was going to do? Bring them in the chicken? Warned you.
And don't even think about reciting that Office Space quote about Mondays at me. I would be in my rights to do you grievous bodily harm. Just back away slowly and shut the door behind you. |
posted by LoRi~fLoWer
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so I guess it's that time of the month, then, ok. whatever you say.
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There, there.... come on, sunshine... show us the "O" face...
:)
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so I guess it's that time of the month, then, ok. whatever you say.