Ernie Ernie
SO Ernie did not deliver the knock-me-over wind gusts that we were all expecting. Heck, he didn't even get me a day off of work. What's that all about? Everyone knows the only real perk to living in Florida is looking forward to hurricane-related days off of work. Whateve. Yes, I leave my r's off of that word on purpose. It's just a thing I do.
Let's see here. I work five days a week and I have two more days left of job fun this week. What percentage is that? 2/5 I guess. So I'm 60% done with work this week. So sad how much I detest this job. Blech. It leaves a coppery taste in my mouth. Or maybe that means I'm having a heart attack. That would suck. What does it mean again when you taste almonds? Oh yeah, poison, I think. Well, this is just a lovely turning point in the conversation, isn't it? I need a new job, STAT!
posted by Tina @ 11:27 PM
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3 Comments:
Isn't it "whatev"? Because "whateve" is like What Eve, and that doesn't sound right to me.
I am remembering more and more about Shaka. Now I remember he was really into talking about ethnicity and stuff. And I also remember somebody got real mad one night and started shouting at him and was getting all violent.
...did they fire that guy? No, of course not.
They probably promoted him.
Ernie?
I'm too busy to hear about weather.
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