Cup O' Ambition

So the only reason why I haven't complained about my pants is because i've taken to wearing the bigest pants I own as often as possible.

At work my two most shining moments of late have been purchasing really good candy and suggesting a bigger keychain for the ladies room keychain.

Of course if i'm not happy I can do something else. I have two choices. 1) I can be an account manager or 2) I can choose what's behind curtain number two. No one knows what's behind curtain number two. It could be a Fun Fabulous Career in marketing or it could be a years supply of turtle wax.

Clearly I am losing my mind. I swear my post was there twice just a minute ago. It was.

um. I hate her so much I posted twice....?

GOD! I fucking hate her! Little Napolean. How can one person be so insidiously evil? She is Tracy Flickx10. She is Leona Helmsely in training. She is the fly in my ointment, the crusty layer on my pudding, the sand in my spinach, the stain on my favorite sweater, the rock in my shoe. Have I made myself clear?
My hatred for her is surely shortening my life.