Revelation: Working at Work is Exhausting

I’m flattered, touched, and slightly creeped out by the fact that I have somewhat of a following of people aside from my Mother. As it turns out, she is my #1 fan, but not my ONLY fan, which is a shock to everyone’s system. Namely mine.

Happy to have you, nonetheless! And….hi.

In light of our current economic situation (I use the word “situation”, when I REALLY want to use the word “shithole”), I have bitten off more than I can chew. That cliché bugs me, too, but unfortunately, its true.

Work just isn’t what it used to be…what, with me having to work now, and all. As much as I long for the good ‘ole days of having my feet up on my desk, yelling “BUY. SELL!” to a dial tone on the other end of my phone, I fear those days are gone. For good. With the recent forced retirement of my Gopher, it looks as though the sunny days of blogging at work whilst someone fetches me a latte are gone as well. Hopefully this is not ‘for good’, because lattes don’t just fetch themselves.

Anyway.

Its not that these streets aren’t teeming with blog ammunition, its that I can’t be the gun I want to be. And although I have asked my version of God (repeatedly) for more hours in the day, he has chosen to make the days shorter, and has successfully tripled what I have to cram into them (typical God complex).

So, dear Friends, I may run dry for a day here and there - tumbleweeds, where there used to be a river of lush sarcasm and wit. But never fear. For I am not going anywhere. Except, perhaps, to go get myself a latte. Sigh.

Keep coming back, keep checking in, keep showering me with contradictory compliments a-plenty about how I’m a horribly great person with a surprisingly bleak, positive outlook. And definitely either tell your friends, or hit this site from different computers from all over the world, because when I reach my goal of visitors, I’m being treated to what every little girl dreams about: a hulluva lotta wurst and a vat of sauerkraut.

Prost! (That's German for "Boo-ya.")