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Further proof that I have NO shame!!!

So, at work, we get to pick our custom names for our lab coats, right? There are a few themes. Favorite Comedians. Favorite Super Heroes. Favorite Cartoon Characters. Since all my favorite comedians are females (and I really wouldn't want to be walking around with Loni Love, Margaret Cho or Rachael Harris on my lab jacket... though I would gladly walk around with any of those people in person...) that pretty much nipped that one in the butt. Then there's the Super Hero thing. Again, I like the womens. Five years ago I would have gone with Cyclops. But now he's a cheatin' whore who don't deserve my love. Then there's Iceman, who be a whiny little bitch who don't deserve my love.

So, that leaves cartoon characters. And just who do I love the most out of all cartoon characters? That's right, Pluto. Okay, so it's a bit of a double standard, given that I just I don't want to be walking around with a woman's name on my lab coat... but it works two ways. Pluto the dog is what 99.99% of the people will think. And I'm okay with that. I do love that dog, after all. But those of us in the know? We know it's all about my beloved Sailor Pluto. It stops the questions altogether and allows me to save face while all the while paying tribute to my beloved.

Set. Has. No. Shame.

In other work related news: Did about half an hour of OT today, which sucks. Peggy hurt her back or her hip or something falling down so she couldn't make it today, which meant that I had to pick up the slack doing C of A's. Sunny did a majority of them, thankfully, but he had to go to some damned meeting... and then there were some I couldn't do (because I can't make them from scratch, I can only edit what is already made, and I don't want to learn how to make them from scratch because, seriously, that shit hurts my head) so he had to do them. Then I had to go and put them on the boxes for shipping which is always a pain in the ass. Ultimately, I didn't even start doing labels until about 3:30, an hour later than I'm 'supposed' to. I got to take like 5 minutes of my afternoon break, which I used to check my e-mail, and I generally wasn't in a very happy mood.

Seriously, it pisses me off to no end how I'm always the one that can cover so many people's collective asses when it comes to shit like that, but there ain't a damned person who can cover my ass? What's up with that? Obviously, the people whose asses I'm covering for can cover mine, but they're not available to cover my ass if I'm covering their ass, now are they? I really should talk to the boss... but I won't.

On the plus side: the consensus is in: Katherine Heigl shouldn't have won that emmy. It does please me when people agree with me. Especially when I think I'm right. Chandra should have won. Yup.

Oh, and Vanessa Williams looked like shit in that dress. Mmmhmm.