Fed Up
Have you ever felt like if you had to write one more quiz question you'd start throwing things at people? No? OK, I guess it is a bit specific. But I definitely hit that point this afternoon. And what did I do next? I wrote more quiz questions! I guess I'm just gettig burnt out. Burnt out on quizzes. Burnt out on spending so much time standing in the cold waiting for buses. Burnt out on getting home so damn late every night. (Seriously, tonight I had to stop at the bank and go to the grocery store for croutons and sandwich bags, both errands that are on my way home and take about five minutes each. I got home at 8.)

Ugh. I guess I just feel like complaining tonight. If you don't like it, just come back next time. Our company Christmas party is tomorrow night, and I'm bound to end up with a few good stories. Just a preview: Last year there were cage dancers. And who said working in Jersey wasn't classy?