It makes me sad when...
... I look down at my pants and find there are no hands down them.
... there are two gorgeous attractive women on TV, and they aren't kissing one another passionately.
... I travel down to my beverage fridge and realize that I forgot to refill it with Guinness.
... I read in the paper we still have guns in this world and there are idiots who are willing to use them on one another.
... there is no chocolate in the house and I am in full-blown withdrawal.
... those two women mentioned above not only refuse to kiss but also don't take off their tops as well.
... I go to refill my beverage fridge and find there is no more Guinness.
... my telepathic domination skills go on the fritz and I am unable to force people to do my bidding.
... I glance up at my clock at work after an eternity and find it's only 8:13 AM.
... I gaze up at my clock at work again after a second eternity and find it's only 2: 58 PM.
... I come to the realization that I actually have it pretty good at work compared to many.
... I have the epiphany that I actually care so little about my work that I'd take the time at work to write up a silly list like this.
Well, with a list like that one would imagine that I'm a pretty sad camper most of the time. Honestly, I'm not. Granted, I'm not exactly a bundle of cheer and joy either but most people can tolerate me in at least small doses. If I missed anything here that makes me sad, please feel free to submit addendums. Oh, that makes me sad too, when I forget stuff.
... there are two gorgeous attractive women on TV, and they aren't kissing one another passionately.
... I travel down to my beverage fridge and realize that I forgot to refill it with Guinness.
... I read in the paper we still have guns in this world and there are idiots who are willing to use them on one another.
... there is no chocolate in the house and I am in full-blown withdrawal.
... those two women mentioned above not only refuse to kiss but also don't take off their tops as well.
... I go to refill my beverage fridge and find there is no more Guinness.
... my telepathic domination skills go on the fritz and I am unable to force people to do my bidding.
... I glance up at my clock at work after an eternity and find it's only 8:13 AM.
... I gaze up at my clock at work again after a second eternity and find it's only 2: 58 PM.
... I come to the realization that I actually have it pretty good at work compared to many.
... I have the epiphany that I actually care so little about my work that I'd take the time at work to write up a silly list like this.
Well, with a list like that one would imagine that I'm a pretty sad camper most of the time. Honestly, I'm not. Granted, I'm not exactly a bundle of cheer and joy either but most people can tolerate me in at least small doses. If I missed anything here that makes me sad, please feel free to submit addendums. Oh, that makes me sad too, when I forget stuff.
6 Comments:
I try not to be greedy Jav, the fridge space needs to be shared with little bottles of orange juice for work and some Mike's Hard Lemonade.
And Javvy, shame on you for suggesting that we kill the stupid people of the world with guns....
... there are much more humane ways.. like lethal injection.
Ah, I was using the word "stupid" in a generic sense, which would include bosses, management, coworkers and generally any else that really pisses you off.
Agree with numbers 1 - 8 without pause. I can't relate to numbers 9 - 12 anymore, but I understand.
Count all of your lucky stars and thank each one of them individually DewDew.
Step 1: Buy vanilla ice cream & GSC. Mash cookies into ice cream. Eat.
Step 2: ?
Step 3: Profit
Oh, and welcome to my Lair, AliceBabylon. You are the first person to post in my blog who I don't actually know in person.
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