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My boss is a tool, plain and simple. The man’s ways largely defy logic, and certainly transcend common decency (and, I daresay, corporate ethics). If he was actually practicing law, rather than dancing about calling himself a lawyer while doing god only knows what at work, I’d consider reporting him to the Maryland bar. Trouble is, I suspect he’s smart enough to keep in just ever so slightly inside the lines. Mostly, he’s just as asshat. [Ed. note: I never knew this word until I started blogging. I’ve seen it employed so many times by other bloggers and commentors, however, that it seems it has actually crept into my vocabulary. I read that last sentence, and I was all, wait a minute. Is that my voice? But hey, if the shoe fits… ].
I could write a manifesto on the various ways in which he vexes me. Probably several impassioned sonnets, too. I won’t. I don’t want to give the man any more of my thoughtspace than I have to, besides to say that if I didn’t really love the substantive content of my work, I’d probably be plotting an intricate revenge instead of just running a selected soundtrack of spiteful songs in my mind on a near-constant basis.
Instead, in the words of Bridget Jones, I choose vodka.
Specifically, blackberry-plum vodka tonic, infused by the creative hand of yours truly. HURRAH Friday.
Best enjoyed when baking cookies. The cookies are just standard chocolate chip, nothing spectacular, but so delicious just the same.
YUM-MY. But the fun doesn’t stop here, my friends. As it happens, I have a wonder apron. Sometimes, I bake things for the express purpose of wearing it. Odd? Maybe. It’s so cute, though! I swear it makes everything taste better.
Clearly I’m easily amused if I’m spending Friday night photographing myself in an apron. I got it for Christmas; each of my sisters got a matching one, too. Here’s us, in headless blog-y fashion, in the kitchen at my parents’ house:
The only thing that could make this night better is if they were here. I miss them both like crazy. Plus, I know I could count on them to help me consume the deliciousness. Ah well. More for me, and a very good start to the weekend indeed.
