TC the Terrible

The folks over at Unkymoods.com really need to come up with an icon for, “Don’t really give a rat’s ass.” That’s the kind of mood that I’m in.

Work is pretty good, if I’d ever get around to doing any of it. Fortunately I work for a guy that thinks a well written e-mail can take a couple of hours to produce. It seems that some companies are now encouraging workers to blog while on the job. It could just be a corporate ploy to keep you at your desk more during the day.

Chunae mentioned me in his blog today. He may like the Mach 3 vibrating razor, but for my 20 grit sandpaper beard it takes the Schick® Quattro®.

The intern is out of sight today. She’s covering down on the phones for our Executive Officer in another part of the building. My view for the day is somewhat less than I’ve grown used to. On that topic, someone must have talked to her about the dress code. The past couple of days she’s been much more modest in appearance, but that could change next week. She and some buddies are going to New York for a shopping spree this weekend. Her big plans include spending significant amounts of time at the Abercrombie that is three stories tall.

Her world is so small. And she likes it that way. It is really quite sad.

On the home front we’re doing pretty well too. Nothing to report that’s worth the time to type it.

It appears that there are some empty cubes in the White House. I may look into moving my office over there.

For Father’s Day I asked for a RED Swingline stapler. None of the packages the kids wrapped last night look like one. THE WOMAN doesn’t understand the joke.

That’s enough for know. Time to type another sentence of that e-mail.

Somebody has come up with a see-through monitor for a laptop. Real holograms can’t be far behind.

Not a lot going on in my world today. It’s muggy as hell in our office and getting ready to rain buckets outside. Got my new ID card today. It’s the same as the old one, only with a goofier smile and my new rank.

I may have more later, but don’t hold your breath.

Out.

Check it out.

One of our summer interns is a 20 year old bubble head from Radford U. who admits to working on her MRS. degree. We don’t give her a lot to do so by design she’s got time to practice twiddling her thumbs. Anyway, earlier today she called out over the cube wall, “I hate Cracker Jacks! The instructions on the toy are SO hard.”

On the up side, she wears something low cut every day. Paired with her obviously large collection of Wonder Bras, the view is always impressive. Too bad those are her only assets.

Oh yeah, remember the Deputy that I despise so badly? She’s stuck at one of the off-site offices and the free shuttle is broken down. Suddenly everyone in the office that drives to work is claiming to have sluggged in today. God, how I do love karma.

Out.