Dread

It's sunday night, the night before the beginning of a new work week. Thinking about it my eye has already begun to twitch, which I believe cannot be a good sign. In any event, it's time to go back and deal with the usual office characters which by the way have a new addition. Cruela de Vil has joined the cast of annoying people that I have to deal with. She thinks that because she's upper management (not part of my department by the way) she can come into my office, even though I am clearly on the phone, and proceed to demand things. She's such a (insert whatever nasty word you feel like saying here because she is most certainly all of them).

I had a good weekend I think, had a date on Friday which I had to say went well and I went to a wedding in Albany on saturday. The wedding was beautiful, outdoors, gorgeous day everything was dandy that it until people started to dance. I commend them for trying, but indeed I had never seen that much bad dancing collectively in one place ever. No one had any rhythm, that's something I don't understand. I just kept shaking my head the whole time. I do give them credit for trying and and a bit of advice, if you don't have rhythm, waving your hands in the air all the time while trying to dance just makes it worse.