Friday, January 11, 2002
so, here's the story. i'm all geared up to leave, wander outside pick some things up, come back inside to get something, and my boss comes down, and is like we have a meeting in a few minutes. and i am just like DAMMIT, because i know i have to stay for it. so we have this meeting, blah blah, suck suck suck. find out that i'm on more project teams, but that isn't really a surprise. then one of my old coworkers shows up to get a book, so everyone is downstairs, and i can't leave. so i am trapped here. i can't just kind of waltz out, because everyone will see. i'm going to try and edge out in a few minutes. but i'm still at work. shoot me in the head, better off dead, FREESTYLA!!!!!!
