Well, hell - stepped out the front door of the building this morning to several centimetres of snow and icy pellets of freezing rain hailing down on my face.
Yuck.
Traditionally, it takes me an hour and a half to get into work during the first snowstorm of the year, regardless of the fact that I could practically
walk the distance to my office in that amount of time. Nevertheless, transit service sucked and I dutifully stood around waiting for the bus in my
funny hat for a half hour, listening to the ice pellets tok-tok-tok against the plastic lid of my coffee cup.
Successfully navigated a semi-formal dinner party in my apartment Saturday night - go me. There is something definitely screwy about my oven, though - the
Beouf Bourguignon that was supposed to take 3 and a half hours to cook was done in less than two. That's not right. Still, it tasted good, which is the important part, but my sense of culinary
amour propre is offended.
Also, I got a Queen Elizabeth I rubber ducky for Christmas from one of my honourary aunts: too cool.
I watched the first episode of the new series of
Rome this morning before leaving for work (from inside, I couldn't see the freezing rain, otherwise I might have left it for tonight) - Vorenus and Pullo's talent for carnage should not delight me so much. But it does.
Favourite exchange:
Marc Antony: I'm not leaving this bed until I fuck somebody!
Atia (aggrieved): Oh, all right! Marlena(? didn't catch the name), go get that German slut from the kitchen.
*lol!*
My clients can go fuck themselves. Utteryly useless bunch of self-important twats - couldn't find their own assholes with the help of a seeing eye-dog. What a waste of my fucking time.
This is why I want to get the fuck out of here and go to graduate school.
*grumble*
Hope everyone else has a better day at work (or not - I think the Yanks are all off home today. Lucky them). Ta!
