I found out at work, Saturday, I've been voted Associate of the Quarter (for the second time in three-ish years, thank you very much). How freaking Ironic is that?
I think the thing is fixed. Fucking Pity Votes.
Whatever. Congratulations and (supposedly) a $75 Gift Card to me. I shall connive a way to cash that puppy in (Hey! Weird Corporate Lady*. Wanna buy a gift card off me? And, thank you for asking/joining me for lunch on Saturday!).
I busted-out-loud the B.R.M.C.'s Black Rebel Motorcycle Club in honor of our lunch. I ask myself "Whatever Happened To My Rock 'N' Roll (punk song)" all the time. Forgive me for my interruptions; I am trying to break the habit, and failing badly. I need to make people laugh.
[*just kidding, dear. I'm just a lowly Playa-hater]