one of the requirements of my job is to set “goals” for myself. are. you. serious? goals? these goals are to be measured throughout the year and my completion of said goals will determine my review, which determines my raise, which then in-turn determines my happiness and overall well being.
i’m having a hard time concentrating right now because bomis is going to town on some baked barbecue lays and it’s literally making me want to vomit. bomis, for all of you avid readers who don’t have the pleasure of sitting in my cubical, is this weird little man who sits directly on the other side of my wall. he’s the sprite like creature who runs our station’s pbs kids van, and like most inappropriately creepy people he’s always wearing a vest and frequently brings me gummy bears. to say he’s a pedophile would be an understatement.
if you dabble in goal setting let me know, in the mean time i’m going to sit back and reminisce about last night. highlights include:
free popcorn (it was a tuesday so this is obviously a given)
nathan, the man that ruined my first ever public karaoke rendition of “papa don’t preach,” who interprets push-ups as a dance move and sports this season’s hottest new fashion trend- back sweat.
a rent sing-a-long
a cab driver who laughed at my jokes
countdown for the weekend has begun.
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