Yikes. At least you didn't run out of gas, have a flat tire, or forget your watch/cell phone/deodorant.

Get well poochums, and pony up, drug people.

This is what half days are for.

[Tracy Ullman voice] Go home, go home!

*sends good-luck, feel-better vibes to rainbaby and rain-pooch*

yowza, hon. Breathe. We love you. Your ass looks fantastic in those pants, by the way. ;-)

You know it is Thursday when it's casual Friday the next day, yay! The one day I get to still dress like a teenager at work. Sometimes I think we should give up on business dress and just dress casual all the time, but that would spoil the treat every Friday. Of course, living in the future, I'm typing this on the train on my way to work wearing jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt.

Mmmm, tight can be nice.

And take care of yourself. Rough day!

You woke up at 6am in a pokey hotel room in London so you could spend nearly 3 hours on a train going to a meeting that really wasn't that important and that wasted your time and further made your team's manager look like an incompetent, rude, ignorant fool and, because of which, you feel it necessary tomorrow morning to phone up the people who hosted said meeting to apologise for her. Then, after a 5 hours of train trip home, you try in vain to connect to your company's VPN but can't, which means a call to the out-sourced service desk tomorrow that you haven't got time to deal with because you're on a training course all day, but you need them to sort out the problem so that you can spend all weekend coding something for said useless boss that, in all honesty, will be a total waste of time because no-one's actually thought how they're going to use said application but, because it looks all shiny, everyone's gone and got all distracted. Fucking twats.