Just another day at the sweatshop

Today is President's Day and most of you are enjoying a leisurely day hanging out at home. I am enjoying a leisurely day in the sweatshop where I am seriously questioning all the choices that brought me here (in general; let's not limit it to today).

Anyway I do what everyone else in my position does at a time like this; surf the web. I have discovered what is quite possibly the best website ever: DICKIPEDIA

It's how I've been able to entertain myself here all morning. Well, that and copious amounts of emailing with The Gue who says:

Hmmm...grading, or read all the entries in "Dickipedia"? You decide.

You are not helping me out at all. I wish you had a real job, with real work and the like. From what i gather, this is what your job entails:

1. Surfing the internet
2. Bringing a "Reign of Terror" upon your office
3. Abusing your boss into giving you more money for I-have-no-idea what
4. Drinking, oops, I mean "entertaining" clients on the weekend, then complaining about drinking for free
5. Flirting with boys much younger than you, and giving them nicknames
6. Writing in your blog about said flirting and discoveries on the internet
7. E-mailing me 20 times a day

Ummm, yeah, I think he's got it right.