And no, I did not give myself that name. I don’t think I’ve reached those depths of lameness. I am lame enough to have held onto said nickname since college, however.
I’m an overworked Receptraministrataccountant in NOVA, who is damn tired of doing the shit work, and having to do it with a smile, and nice clothes. At least they are getting me one of those cool blackberry phones that I can play Bejeweled on…
I drink to much, and sleep too much, and don’t exercise enough, and am happy for the first time in my life. If you’ll notice, I said happy, not healthy.
So, here’s to pessimism and ripped jeans, to pajama bottoms and sarcasm, to pearls and paint splattered sneakers, to flex hours and last night’s makeup. Screw La Corporata, and her little dogs too!
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