Work Sits On My Face, Forces Me To Enjoy It

Sorry about the lack of new posts. Apparently my boss and I have different interpretations of what I am supposed to be doing here at the office. I thought they were paying me to read my email, write a blog and foster a positive interoffice atmosphere by dressing nicely and telling my co-workers all about the great movies I’ve seen recently. He thinks I’m paid to work. We’re still in negotiations, but I’m pretty sure we’ll reach an agreement by Monday. And by “agreement,” I mean he and I will come to terms on some sort of an arrangement that we both find acceptable. Because that’s what an agreement is.

Have a great weekend – unless you read this and said, “Boy that was a shitty cop out post,” in which case I hope your weekend sucks. And stop looking at that cute picture. It’s not for you!