“A three day weekend seems to go by faster than a five day work week.”
I almost replied “Of course it does, theres a 2 day difference.”
“A three day weekend seems to go by faster than a five day work week.”
I almost replied “Of course it does, theres a 2 day difference.”
I believe that I am running out of ideas to write about. There was a time where I could see something and think, “I should blog about that.” Maybe it was because we had just moved and now things that I once thought strange are starting to appear normal. Now, not all things I see will strike me as normal such as mullets, wifebeaters, people at Wal-Mart. I guess I could include the people that I work with on that short list because they all, for the most part, are strange. I guess I will have to trick Hai into doing odd things so that I can post about them. Where have all my ideas gone.
Dear you certain few,
We are now at week three and I don’t know how much more I can take before I either A. yell at or or, B. punch you in the face. Either way is fine with me because I have no plans of hanging out with you outside of here. I have arranged a list of complaints for you, incase you don’t know what the issue is.
1. Every story you tell does not have to have something to do with you. I know you feel you are important but come on.
2. Along with the point above every other story does not have to start with I.
3. You talking all the time really disrupts my learning.
4. If you can’t do simple math, when using a calculator, then maybe math just isn’t your thing.
5. I understand that there are millions of “what if” scenarios and we don’t have to hear them all.
6. If you start crying, because you get written up, then maybe work life is not for you.