Morons.

They are everywhere.
Unfortunately the people in The Other Office think it's me. When they ask me to do something, they stop right in front of my desk, tilt their head a little, and ask "Do you know how to..." and proceed to ask me the stupidest question ever. Then they give me a funny look when I say yes, like I have just been thrown into this desk without knowing a thing. Then they hover to watch me do the task, unsure whether to trust me or not, and that's something I hate. I know they don't know me but damn, trust that I've been with the company long enough to know how to write the name of a street on a label.

There are morons in this office. One guy just called to ask me to look up a file for him. He says he wants Shell Drive. I repeat Shell Drive back to him to make sure I have the right name so that I don't fuck something up, and he says "Yes, Shell." So off I go in search of the file, which I do not find. I come back to the phone and say "You're sure it's Shell Drive? It isn't in there." He says "It has to be in there, Shell Drive, M-I-C-H-E-L-L-E, Shell."
Um, that's Michelle, you idiot.

I have a massive headache.
My son had a blast on his hayride trip, he got to ride a horse. He won't be bringing his painted pumpkin home till Friday. I can't wait to see what's on his pumpkin. I'm bringing the cupcakes to his class tomorrow morning, if I can muster up the energy to bake tonight. Pictures will be taken, I promised, though I know they won't look as good as the Kraft picture. So don't be disappointed when you see photos of lopsided cupcakes...again, I have a headache.

My hair is super short. I forgot to tell you guys, I washed it and it's curly again and it's like two inches below my shoulders. *SIGH* It's super short, and I really don't like it, but what can I do but wait till it grows back? It's not like you can pump my arm and it grows...(does anyone remember that Barbie? You would 'cut' her hair and then pump her arm up and down and the hair would 'grow' back? No? Just me?)

I was looking to change my template, but blogger's templates suck ass. So I guess I'll just stay with this one for now, until I get really tired of it and put something equally as cheesy up.

Yeah, big headache, left eye is shrinking...leaving now. Ta-ta.