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Woohoo, only 12 tickets in the Sys Admin queue!!!! That's a huge difference from around xmas when it was well over 600. Of course that also means that I don’t have shit to do now. Just cant win sometimes, I know….
So I get up this morning, talk myself out of bed and not calling off, trip over the ironing board, again, and take a really long ass shower. I eventually make it down stairs, trip over the kitty, again, and stumble into the kitchen to read my email before I head off to work at 415am. I am kinda confused as to why I found Jason's keys in the fridge though. I just kinda stood there for a minute and looked at them. Once I had finally convinced myself that there was no real reason for them to be there, I took them out and put them next to his wallet. I've done some odd shit before, but I havent put keys in the fridge. I did try to use toothpaste as shaving crème once though.
Oh and I got a new kitty. Well not a new kitty, a 4 year old kitty. But it looks just like Itty, who died a few months ago. He was 17 years old, so it was just his time. This guy is the same size, almost. All black, almost, and has dandruff just like Itty did. He was orginally named Ebony, but then the shelter he was at renamed him Ebone, since Ebony is a girls name. And then it kinda morphed into Evan since Ebone, in my opinion, is just dumb. Evan seems to have only lasted like 2 minutes though, since I always refer to him as "Kitty!". It's just easier that way. And talk about an attention whore. Good lord. Jason told me at one point yesterday he had to go lock himself in the upstairs bedroom just so he could type on his laptop without having a kitty trying to lay across the keyboard. And he really doesn’t even acknowledge the 2 dogs in the house, so that's sort of a plus.
Blah blah blah…… what else? I almost forgot. Someone (jason) backed the Element (toaster) up into my new Charger. Left a few scratches and a minor dent, which he insists isnt there, but I can see it. Not too terribly upset. I prefer to keep the scratches to a minimum, but shit happens. Especially to me, shit seems to just seek me out. If shit is going to happen to someone, it usually tends to be with me. I'm a shit magnet I think. The funny thing about it though, is that when it happened he commented about how the Charger was parked at an angle in the drive way. And when he said this, I didn’t say anything. But then a few minutes later it was brought up again. So then I decided to remind him that, technically, he was the last one to park the Charger. So if it was at an angle, then he was the one to put it there. ;-) Either way it really doesn’t bother me, just something else to poke fun at. Besides it's just a car. And in three years it wont be mine anymore, and I'll get something else. Yay and shit.
Ok I think I'm going to go for a random walk around the building and then come back and look for some more forums to post on, since I'm bored outta my mind and fighting to stay awake.
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