Yes, that intriguing mixture of fantasy and crap...known fondly as FantaCrap, is how my day at work is progressing. People are idiots, Mike is being a total jerk-off, and no one cares how miserable and sad I am. Oh wait, I've just been given another huge project. I have to decorate the theatre with 70's stuff, plus I have all kinds of research to do in the next five days.
Whine, whine, whine...no one treats me right and that stupid red-headed girl keeps on lying and breathing my air.
However: the power of my hot, hot boss to make me smile despite myself is legendary. Whatever kind of Juju* he's throwing around should be bottled up and sent to the army to utilize some kind of bio-weapon. "Gosh United States...we could NEVER stay mad at yoooooou", our enemies would all say. All wars would end because of my hot, hot boss, and his crazy, spicy, unfailing Juju. And wouldn't THAT be nice for all of you, well, except those of you who are war buffs (losers). My boss: home of the magnificent Juju. You know like, in those cartoons where someone smells cookies baking and it makes them float up and follow the goodness? Well, he's like that, but with a peculiar mix of Juju and Charming. It is disturbing in it endless power to control me.
In other news, I'm coloring my hair really, really red tonight. I'll be even spicier next time you see me.
*Juju: a word meanning personal majick as defined by African Voudon religion upon its co-mingling with French Catholicism.
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