The Over-Educated Nympho

As you can see from the lack of new posts over the last couple days, work has been super busy. One could say it kind of sucks big donkey balls. I have reached a new level of cranky bitch that is so bad one of my coworkers now regularly walks by my cubicle and without a word drops a handful of chocolate on my desk.

My department has been preparing for a very important meeting on Thursday. Thanks to an ill-timed vacation, a child with the chicken pox, and a conference in L.A., everyone who has been working on this particular account is gone except for me. There’s also the partner who oversees everything but doesn’t get involved in any of the day-to-day details (the ones that haunt my dreams). Which really means just me. I get to be in charge simply by virtue of being the last one standing.

Yeah, I’m going to call my parents to brag about that one. Not that I’m complaining. I will take any sliver of responsibility I can get my grubby little hands on.

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Work blows yada yada I’m linking to one of my favorite and most popular posts, Now Accepting Applications: Submit Your Proposition.

Hey, I had to do something to streamline the proposition process. Wankers and douchebags and creeps, oh my! Often they have such a hard time being original, let alone grammatically correct (-ish) that I decided to help them out. I suppose my extraordisnarky and supremely attractive head-less/leg-less/ass-less/breast-less avatar makes it difficult for the boys to think straight. So I made a formal application. Points will be deducted for lack of sarcasm. I may be swayed if you submit your application with a bag of Oreos.