monster sarcasm rally

...it's that I just don't care.

I went to talk to my boss yesterday. I had to get special permission to take three weeks in a row off in order to go to India.

In spite of the fact that I spend the vast majority of each workday writing sarcastic drivel, my boss seems to respect me and the work I do. Only God knows why...

Following yesterday's conversation with my boss I now have:

• permission to go away for three weeks;
• even more of his respect than I did before;
• 15 minutes more work to do every week; and
• the impression that he/the company may be willing to make a donation towards the cost of my trip.

I am actually turning into Peter Gibbons.
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I wrote this post once already, but Blogger ate it. Now I can't remember what it was I said. That posses™ me off.
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In other news...
I really hate this layout and am working on yet another new one. I will probably never be satisfied. The problem is that although my design skills are up to par, my html skills are sadly lacking. It's kind of like being a good writer, but only knowing 16 words.