hahaha I don't know why I find this so funny...

I'm somewhat hung over from last night. Tequila makes me do some strange things.

I'll explain later.

Saturday and I'm at work...f*ck~!

In my past blog, some of you people were mentioning that it would have been a great way to get in good with my boss.

When my boss said, "It would be great to come in on Saturday" to catch up on work... he meant that I should come in.

Not him.

So here I am at the office.. like a douche during Labor Day weekend...  It's just downright embarrassing. 

Apparently, the cleaning/maintanence crew comes in earl on weekends and I just got laughed at by some Mexican lady with an apron and a feather duster in her hand.


Mexican lady: So, you behind?

Me: Yeah.  I have a few things to catch up on. 

Mexican lady:  Ooh.  HAHAAHAH I feel bad for you.  Pobre si nino.

Me:  ....uh yeah.  

So there you have it.  Even a mexican lady with a minimum wage job even feels sorry for me.  My life sucks.

Thursdays are another way of telling me that I'm fu*king loser.

Here's a "great" dialogue I had with my manager:

Me: So, I had this question about this assignment.  The accounts seem to be having some issues with blah blah blah ( I won't bore you with the specifics).

Boss: Oh well yeah.  That's why we had you come on board.

Me: I appreciate that, but I'm still trying to figure things out here.

Boss:  Well how about this?  I know you're busy Monday through Friday.  How about you come in on Saturday to do some catch up work?  I'm sure with you coming in on Saturdays, you'll be up on in no time. 



Yeah. THE MAN SAID TO COME IN ON SATURDAYS!!!!!


I swear I think I've hit Dante's Inferno and this is just the tip of the iceberg...