Today is a first...

I am writing this from my desk at work. YES, ON A SATURDAY. I volunteered to do this not to kiss ass, but to NOT be interrupted every five minutes with stupidity, phone calls, gossip, hello's, crap and overall headaches. I was going to do this without telling anyone, but then I sat with one of my bosses, and decided, what the hell? Throw it in and mention I care. Why?


1) Because I do. Despite my commutes from hell, I actually enjoy my work.
2)I am tired of getting interrupted.
3)There is an urgent deadline Monday, and I understand that this is important and I'm tired of being disorganized.
Having said that, I am enjoying a Diet Coke with lime and a chive-sprinkled chicken salad sandwich on wheat. I am also blasting Rufus's Do You Love What you Feel? as I type this. If you're not familiar with this song, check out iTunes or Windows Media for a sampler. It's a jammin' doozy! Wait, it's the bridge--let me twirl in my chair.



(twirl)



Ok, that felt good. This is what work should be every day. Loud music, no interruptions, and fun. But there's this thing that keeps getting in the way: other people. Oh well. I'll just have to deal. Onto Sade now. Thank God for RealPlayer.



Well, kiddies, that's my fun for now. Thanks to RD and Mom for calling me to give me moral support. Andrew's missing in action. I wonder if he's preparing for Halloween or something. I must bother him later.



As Dexter would say, Tuna Out!