the punchline of the work story that's keeping me from accomplishing anything today is, "and then my boss actually made it worse than it was before," so i cleaned my bedroom and the living room and scrubbed three months of soap scum out of the bathtub, because i think the last time i cleaned it was in march when my dad was here, and now i'm going to put the violent femmes on my ipod and drive out to the mall with the windows down to have a randomly selected roll of film developed for nearly free, and then i'm going to buy vacuum cleaner bags and scrub down the kitchen.
this isn't what my boss means by "work from home", but it'll do for now.
6.05.2008
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