I can’t stop myself…

How many different people do I look like?

I can’t stop myself…

How many different people do I look like?

What do you think?

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What do you think?

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Yes, I was feeling fantastic this morning, as I said.

But it didn’t take long for that to change.

And now I’m at home, bundled up in a sweatshirt, buried beneath a pile of blankets and shivering like I live in the Tundra.

Life is just mean, sometimes.

Yes, I was feeling fantastic this morning, as I said.

But it didn’t take long for that to change.

And now I’m at home, bundled up in a sweatshirt, buried beneath a pile of blankets and shivering like I live in the Tundra.

Life is just mean, sometimes.

See how over yesterday I am?

Today is beautiful! We woke up to a 45 degree morning. The windows were open, a gentle breeze soughing our skin, the cats playing chase…it was a perfect morning to snuggle in.

So I asked Fishdog get up and get the kids ready for school. And being the obedient fishdog that he is…he did as I asked. Not without a small argument that it wasn’t really snuggling if he wasn’t in the bed.

Semantics.

This will be a lovely weekend full of yard work, walking, writing, and wine drinking.

Anyone have any big plans they’d like to share?

I try to stay away from work related posts in my blog for a couple of reasons–the main one being that most work related posts would put your ass to sleep. I work in accounting for corn sakes!

Rarely do I have anything to vent about because even though this is far from my dream job, I have a great department.

Today, I’m venting.

Dear Employee,

If you would like to get reimbursed, FILL OUT YOUR OWN DAMN EXPENSE REPORT, ATTACH THE RECEIPTS AND APPROVAL PROPERLY, AND SHUT THE FUCK UP. If you do not want to get reimbursed, go ahead and email me the expense report, mail your wadded up receipts separately, and then send me a note asking me to get the approval for you. I’ll get right on top of that. Using “please” and “thank you” when asking me to put together YOUR expense report does not endear me to you and it does not make me change my mind. Neither does promising that this is your last time and putting a 🙂 in your email. And making a smart ass comment about me being unable to hit print will not work in your favor–I promise. 🙂

You’re grown folks…all of you. If you wanna get reimburse, you’ll by God put together your own reports and they’ll be legible. And you won’t bitch at me when I deduct an expense because you “accidentally left the receipt off”. Wah. Expense it next month and shut the fuck up.

Sincerely,

Melissa, not your mother-fucking babysitter, Francis

Okay, less ventful blog tomorrow.

I try to stay away from work related posts in my blog for a couple of reasons–the main one being that most work related posts would put your ass to sleep. I work in accounting for corn sakes!

Rarely do I have anything to vent about because even though this is far from my dream job, I have a great department.

Today, I’m venting.

Dear Employee,

If you would like to get reimbursed, FILL OUT YOUR OWN DAMN EXPENSE REPORT, ATTACH THE RECEIPTS AND APPROVAL PROPERLY, AND SHUT THE FUCK UP. If you do not want to get reimbursed, go ahead and email me the expense report, mail your wadded up receipts separately, and then send me a note asking me to get the approval for you. I’ll get right on top of that. Using “please” and “thank you” when asking me to put together YOUR expense report does not endear me to you and it does not make me change my mind. Neither does promising that this is your last time and putting a 🙂 in your email. And making a smart ass comment about me being unable to hit print will not work in your favor–I promise. 🙂

You’re grown folks…all of you. If you wanna get reimburse, you’ll by God put together your own reports and they’ll be legible. And you won’t bitch at me when I deduct an expense because you “accidentally left the receipt off”. Wah. Expense it next month and shut the fuck up.

Sincerely,

Melissa, not your mother-fucking babysitter, Francis

Okay, less ventful blog tomorrow.