So Tired

It was a long day today. I worked on a project where the information that I was putting together was going to go up to the mucky mucks and frankly it was a series of voicemail messages and waiting. But, eventually it got done and I got a nice message from the boss's boss's boss (woo!) So that was nice. (OMG people who appreciate your work!)

I almost forwarded Mark an email today. But, it was too mean. AND I don't know how much they monitor our email, etc. and frankly I don't care if they know exactly what nicknames Mark and I call each other or if they know exactly what we're having for dinner...but I didn't want them to see it and think I'm mean. Because, I'm totally not. ::cough::

This woman sent out an email to our whole Department (read: a frillion people - every last one of us!) and basically it was a "hey, I'm leaving, but it was nice working for you" And she added a photo of herself and a note that said, "I thought you might want to put a face with the voice/name" BUT OMG! I don't want to put that face anywhere! Except away from me. Pronto! No, seriously. She had a mustache. And eyebrows that looked like mustaches. And...yeah. It was sad. Yet, kind of funny. And definitely frightening.

But, alas, I deleted the email before I could forward it on. Because I am sort of nice. Okay, not really. Shuddup.

I had several mean thoughts last night too. But I blame the alcohol. Devann and I headed to happy hour last night after work - and before book club. We went to a bar that I had been to once and she hadn't been to. It was FABULOUS. Can you say $1.50 well drinks? Seriously! And the bartender, she was completely adorable and funny. So that was refreshing. It's a really small place and everyone seemed to know each other - or came in groups...so it was very laid back and fun.

Tonight, I'm working on FOUR loads of laundry. WTF? I swear I haven't been totally lazy this week, but the laundry, it is sneaking up on me. I have to get it done in the next hour though because it's softball night. The last game of the league. AND Mark is pitching, so I can't miss it. I love me some softball boy.

AND in that hour, I have to check all your blogs and see what you crazy chicas are up to. I'm guessing it's probably no good, as usual. HEART!