Woe to the holder of the SKUs

Today's been a not too bad day at work, except for nothing quiiiiite going right. Not bad though. I've decided to try to be more cheerful at work. It's actually working so far. I've been saying Hello and smiling twice as much as I ever was before....possibly more. Possibly like....one million times more cheerful. Think the Joker from Batman, only without the psychotic look and clown makeup. Or purple suit. I hope. But otherwise, just like that.

I'm a little worried about the old ladies that live in the gift shop upstairs. I've brought a debit terminal into their home, and it's a strange and mysterious contraption. They've got printed instructions, but I dunno. Out of the two I gave instruction too, the one old lady was not too bad, and the other one was ok too. The second one though, seemed kind of stoned. You know those old ladies that live in the cavernous walls of gift shops. Always with the drugs. Bad old ladies! Bad!

I hear Jarrett (who I may, someday, tell about this blog) very nearly got lucky the other night. Way to be man, way to be. I'm sure if Gee would have given you some advice instead of laughing the entire time, you would have "a-sealed, the deeeee-ul" as Strong bad would say.

*Seals your deal*

Amanda just sent me an awesome little story about a thugging frog who accused her of stealing his lilypads with her mind powers. I want mind powers too. I want to be like Luke Skywalker, only less whiny and not incestuous, or like Yoda, only greener.

I can't wait for 5

Heart Attack'd!

I realized while I was eating lunch today that the amount of salt in my food, if extracted, could give an entire tribe of pygmies heart disease. Pygmies ARE small, but that's still a lot of salt. In a strangely out-of-character reaction I felt like I needed to eat something healthy. Of course I had nothing, so I just busied myself with pretending I was a psychotic ninja who had been set loose in Gateway Ticketing's HQ. I don't think anyone but Amanda will appreciate how much I want to be an Anti-Gateway Ninja. That would rock hard. Not like that.

It's tough to update this blog when my boss has decided that he's now going to do most of his work in the same room as me and randomly spin his chair around to face my monitor every time I'm tempted to do non-work.

In other work-related news, I have to be here at 7am tomorrow. I just have to keep telling myself it's to guarantee that I get Christmas Eve off.

If I was the King of the Universe, everyone would have December 24th - December 26th off. Working then is worse than working on Thanksgiving.

I'd also have ninjas. Pygmy ninjas.

Things with Amanda are still going uber-well :D

That last line wasn't really "work related" per se, but I wanted to say it. So yes. I did. Take that.

The salt is setting up a garrison in my stomach.

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EDIT at 2:33 pm

I noticed that my above post seems to imply that Amanda is in some way related to Pygmy Ninjas. She isn't as far as she's told me. That'd be pretty cool though.

YAYAYAY!

I think I'm having a nervous breakdown. It's fun.