Well, that's not exactly true.
I was doing stuff, but saying I was "busy" is pretty much a bold-faced lie, and I will forever swim in the shame river created from the spittle of the thousands of mouths yelling at me for being a big fat liar.
No, my summer has been blissfully boring. The kind of boring that would make someone with things like "ambition" and "goals" and "drive" the special kind of crazy normally reserved for celebrities with paint huffing issues/schizophrenia. Sure, I gardened a bit, I constructed houses out of discarded boxes for the cats, I organized my underpants, and I found shaded patios around town where a pale, publicity-shy gal like myself could get eleventy cocktails with a friend or two and accidentally fall into the bushes without nary a flash from the paparazzi or an inappropriately-located sunburn.
One would think that, given the vast amount of time that I had, that I would have been on the ball enough to do maybe one teeny, tiny bit of work in preparation for my triumphant return to work. This coming Monday.
If you had thought that, I would be bitch-slapping you repeatedly right now for your astounding level of idiotness, you idiot. You should know me better than that by now, stupid.
No, instead of "getting a jump on things" like most marginally mature adults on the planet, the most impressive work-related thing that I've accomplished in my 50 days off (so far) was to get the most wicked-awesome score on electronic Yahtzee EVER. 512, bitches! Five hundred-freaking twelve!! (Yes, I consider this work-related as numbers are involved, and everyone knows that numbers = work)
Yeah...you'd probably be correct in assuming that, as I get older, my brain is slowly turning into a tapioca-like mass of gray goo. Yup. In a few years you will probably be able to suck it out through a straw stuck up my nostril.
So now, as the final days of my Enchanted summer of nothing (patent pending) come to an end, of course NOW would be the time to be forced to sit through two days (13+ hours) of meetings under the guise of "In-service", thereby rendering my remaining few chances of being prepared impotent.
I fucking hate In-service.
Yesterday we were forced to sit through 4 hours of lectures, 3 powerpoint presentations, a goddamn MOTIVATIONAL SPEAKER that I will need to devote a separate post to, such was the...wow. Just wow, one divisional meeting, and too many technological snafus to count. Today was worse, and that's all I can say about it until the PTSD subsides and the shitty coffee has left my veins.
So...I guess that the basic point of this rather incoherent post is that I, like many a dipshit, have yet again procrastinated to the point that I am, indeed, quite fucked.
And, no. I don't believe that I will ever learn from my mistakes. We all know by now that learning stuff is for losers.
Now I'm going to go and git my cocktail on and write an outline for next week once I'm good and drunk. Lord knows that has worked for me every other semester.
Have a moderately productive weekend (but don't strain yourself sweetie), my totally screwed little worker bees. Happy weekend!
(Oh, and? I guess I'm on the Twitter/Twatter now. Look for @Whiskeymarie All the kids are doing it, you know.)
(And I just realized that I've spewed out over 600 posts at this point. Holy shitballs, you people put up with a lot. Freaking saints, you are. -Yoda OUT.)
