clevermanka (
clevermanka) wrote2008-12-29 11:15 am
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Tick-tick-tick
C'mon, Mr. Postman.
Every minute that the mail is later is a minute that I'm more likely to have to work overtime today.
I worked my bunnies off this morning to wrap up everything I could before I got hit with what I know is going to be a killer of a postal delivery. Now I feel like I'm watching a time bomb count down, but I have no guarantee that it's going to explode at 00:00. I just know it's going to explode eventually.
Pretty-please-with-sugar-on-top let it explode before noon.
*finger drum*
UPDATE: 12:03 p.m. Nine inches, people. And not the good kind.
Every minute that the mail is later is a minute that I'm more likely to have to work overtime today.
I worked my bunnies off this morning to wrap up everything I could before I got hit with what I know is going to be a killer of a postal delivery. Now I feel like I'm watching a time bomb count down, but I have no guarantee that it's going to explode at 00:00. I just know it's going to explode eventually.
Pretty-please-with-sugar-on-top let it explode before noon.
*finger drum*
UPDATE: 12:03 p.m. Nine inches, people. And not the good kind.

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