I was very tempted this morning to go and get an egg sandwich from the café down the street. Fortunately, someone brought in muffins! So now I’m all content and I didn’t have to spend any money. Mmm, muffins. I just wish there were corn muffins. I used to love those, but you never ever see them.
So yesterday I was at work late (stupid work piling up; I blame Krishni for it all, even though it would be just as bad if she was still here), and Suzanne came up to me at 5:30, which is the time she normally leaves. She’s all, “I’m leaving now.” Me: “OK. Have a good night.” S: “I would stay later, but I have to meet friends.” B: “Umm, that’s great. Have fun.” S: “I’ll be staying late tomorrow night.”
I don’t care when she leaves. I don’t care if she works late. I don’t know why she feels that if I need to stay late, she should have to, as well. Unless it’s because in our meeting with Jeff earlier in the day, Jeff was asking questions that she should be able to answer and I could answer them better than she could. Because she’s an idiot. I’m just saying.
Current song in my head:
“Drops of Jupiter” by Train