hello, lovely

PLEEEEEASE don’t make me have to do anything at this stupid presentation other than say “Hi, I’m Manda… I do pregrades and sub the files.” (actually… if I can just say “Hi, I’m Manda..” that would be better. ACTUALLY.. if I could just not say ANYTHING, that would be SUPER [aside: remind me to post a joke later.. LOL].)

I sorta slipped in the shower this morning, and I think I was subconsciouly trying to KILL MYSELF so I wouldn’t have to go today.

(Okay, not really. It just happened… and I’m okay.. didn’t fall or anything.)
Why can’t I just sit at my desk and do my work like any normal day?

EDIT: UPDATE!! The meeting wasn’t as bad as I dreamed it up to be… I shook a few hands, but pretty much I was the girl in the corner clicking the mouse button. The first half of the meeting barely even involved us… so it was pretty cool. I ended up working a little later tonight cuz of all the hoopla, but that’s fine.

I remembered the joke I wanted to post, and here it is:

A major airline’s passenger cabin was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served them food and drinks.

As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and announced to the passengers, “Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he’ll be landing this big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super.”

On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed a well-dressed rather exotic looking woman hadn’t moved a muscle. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me over those big brute engines. I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground.”

She calmly turned her head and said, “In my country, I am called a Princess. I take orders from no one.”

To which the gay flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, “Well,sweet-cheeks, in my country, I’m called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray-up, Bitch.”

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