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captain_slinkyRushed out the door 5 minutes late because I needed to take a nap after having gotten up at 8:30am to go see Spider-Man 3. Just as I got to the car, my lunch box sprung open and my lunch spilled all over the parking lot, inedible. No time to go back, I jumped in the car figuring I'd just skip lunch today. Oh, and then I discovered I was missing my Work ID so I wouldn't be able to get in and out of the building. And ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
khristle wasn't answering her cell phone, she might have been on another line or something.
So as I'm pulling out of the parking lot panicking about all this stuff, an angry Police Officer stops me and says "HANG ON YOU AIN'T GOING ANYWHERE WE'VE GOT A MAJOR ACCIDENT HERE I NEED YOU TO JUST STAY RIGHT HERE TILL I TELL YOU YOU CAN GO"
And so I was stuck in the Parking Lot for an extra ten minutes while officers looked at... something. The actual accident was about a block away from our parking lot, but I guess they REALLY needed to look at stuff that was over here by my car.
Once I was released by the cops, I sped to work and logged in a mere 3 minutes late (hope they don't count it as an occourance). Got myself in to the building and was greeted by the warm, inviting scent of Fresh Delivered Pizza; a food that, even if it weren't Taboo to me right now, would at the very least meave me feeling impotent due to my lack of being able to eat my usual amount of Free Work Pizza (usually right around 1 and 1/2 pizzas during the course of the day). Oh, and SODA POP. Lord how I miss Soda Pop. And there it is, just waiting for me...taunting me.
So I've decided to put aside two slices of pizza for my lunch today, seeing as how I don't have any other options.
And on the BRIGHT side, at least this bout of craptasticness has distracted me from my usual bout of pre-birthday-post-free-comic-book-day "Another Year and I'm Still Stuck At This Dead-End Job, Not One Inch Closer To Owning My Own Comic Book Store" depression!
Oh, wait... hang on...
khristle wasn't answering her cell phone, she might have been on another line or something.So as I'm pulling out of the parking lot panicking about all this stuff, an angry Police Officer stops me and says "HANG ON YOU AIN'T GOING ANYWHERE WE'VE GOT A MAJOR ACCIDENT HERE I NEED YOU TO JUST STAY RIGHT HERE TILL I TELL YOU YOU CAN GO"
And so I was stuck in the Parking Lot for an extra ten minutes while officers looked at... something. The actual accident was about a block away from our parking lot, but I guess they REALLY needed to look at stuff that was over here by my car.
Once I was released by the cops, I sped to work and logged in a mere 3 minutes late (hope they don't count it as an occourance). Got myself in to the building and was greeted by the warm, inviting scent of Fresh Delivered Pizza; a food that, even if it weren't Taboo to me right now, would at the very least meave me feeling impotent due to my lack of being able to eat my usual amount of Free Work Pizza (usually right around 1 and 1/2 pizzas during the course of the day). Oh, and SODA POP. Lord how I miss Soda Pop. And there it is, just waiting for me...taunting me.
So I've decided to put aside two slices of pizza for my lunch today, seeing as how I don't have any other options.
And on the BRIGHT side, at least this bout of craptasticness has distracted me from my usual bout of pre-birthday-post-free-comic-book-day "Another Year and I'm Still Stuck At This Dead-End Job, Not One Inch Closer To Owning My Own Comic Book Store" depression!
Oh, wait... hang on...
