It’s 3:30 here and I really resent the fact that I’m awake right now.
(Well, it’s not the only thing, but it’s the most pressing because I’d like to be asleep instead!)
Happy National Payroll Week, BTW (also known as Hug a Donkey Week). Later today (or ‘tomorrow’ if I get to go back to sleep and enjoy the next 3.5 hours asleep!) there’s a pitch in at work. What am I bringing? No clue. I’ve done all the heavy hitters – pumpkin crunch, pasta salad, shredded chicken tacos (did I talk about bringing those to a pitch in at work? Total nightmare). I’m checking out the “A Year of Slow Cooking” website for ideas.
At the new job (well, not that new, it’s been over a year) they don’t take pitch ins as seriously as we did at the old job. Possibly because we’re too busy being not bankrupt to plan this shit. It usually ends up being a mish mash of stuff from the bakery aisle at the grocery store. And I think I’m going to join the herd this time.
‘Night.
(‘Morning?)