It's Friday afternoon. Nearly three hours to go at work. I'm bored. Booooorrrreeed. All my pencils and spreadsheets are aligned for the first Sunday of the football season, and I can't think of anything better to do than look at hybrid dogs who share my name or job postings in the area.Such afternoons drive me straight to the bottle. Who am I kidding? Everything drives me to the bottle. Or the mug, as available.
Maybe I should switch over to the financial industry, then I could spend today freaking out about the US employment numbers. That seems like a blast. My own penny-full portfolio is losing cents by the minute. Sweet.
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Are you stealing pictures from health teacher/guidance counselor posters or what?
The caption to yesterday's could be: "Depression: The silent killer."
Today's could be: "Does your child have problems staying focused?"
Nevermind... I'm just bored like you.
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