I’m supposed to be at work in 31 minutes, so naturally I’m sitting at the Black Drop preparing to consume a gourmet apple beverage. I’ve decided not to go into work today. I’ve decided I’m sick of work today and do not wish to go. So I’m not. I’ll probably go tomorrow. But that has not been confirmed yet. So here I sit, rather out of place in my work shirt, not going to work.
Somehow I’m happier for it.
I’m sometimes amazed that I still have a job. I’m the worst employee ever.
