msfledermaus | Woot! Truffle fries!!

...I went out with some friends last night to the Bulldog in Northeast, where I discovered the insane glee that is the truffle-oil french fries. Friends and neighbors, if you haven't eaten there yet you must bang on their doors and demand all the truffle fries you can carry or you will stand out in the cold and sing "Xanadu" as loudly and off-key as possible. It's worth the hypothermia, I promise you...

And now I'm here at the workies, eating chips, which makes me think of those fries.

But everything's okay, if a little disorganized. I have to talk with a couple of staff members about uniony stuff when I can catch them. One of the other guards brought in lots of donutty treats for his birthday...which is next week. He's kind of an annoying guy who often picks these weird fights with people, so I'm hoping that the donut I just ate wasn't laced with something horrible. (Yeeees, I'm sure it was perfectly fine and it sure didn't stop me eating it, did it?) This weekend is the beginning of our Step Up customer service porgram, which so far my cow irkers and I have named Step-Off, Screw-Up, and F*^$ Up. Juvenile, I suppose...but since we're going to have to plaster the most insincere smiles we can muster on our faces for a couple of weeks, I think we all deserve a temper-tantrum or two to blow off steam...

And then I go home to look at my belongings and figure out what will move with me and what will be tossed. All my friends have something against my gold fuzzy couch. Didn't stop them from falling asleep on it, every last one...but I concede that the fuzzy couch is reaching the end of it's usefulness as furniture. I can't help but get attached to furniture, though. So if I do have to dump the couch I will pine a bit.
It'll be all I can do not to grab it and scream, "Nobody loves it but me! How can I abandon it to it's cruel fate like that?!" Yes, yes and yes, I must get over my anthropomorphizing of the couch....my poor, poor lonely couch...

Sorry about the couch natterings...I will get more grown up furniture some day soon, promise, cross my spleen...