work stuff
it's barely past 11 and i feel very accomplished. i'm FINALLY cleaning and organizing this place. my desk is halfway decent. the "showroom" corner is nice and stacked and neat. i organized the whipple box. which i had been avoiding.
next i'm going to tackle the horn box and get that shit organized.
omg the office is finally getting clean! i feel like i can breathe a little.
the only reason why this is getting done is because i'm not making any phone calls today. it's just b and me in the office. and the minute one of us gets on a call, the other lines light up. wtf is that about.
oh yeah, fat russian called out because she has no power at her house. yet, she sent b an email saying that. hmmmmmmmmmmm. if i had no power, i'd just get ready in the dark and make my way over.
next i'm going to tackle the horn box and get that shit organized.
omg the office is finally getting clean! i feel like i can breathe a little.
the only reason why this is getting done is because i'm not making any phone calls today. it's just b and me in the office. and the minute one of us gets on a call, the other lines light up. wtf is that about.
oh yeah, fat russian called out because she has no power at her house. yet, she sent b an email saying that. hmmmmmmmmmmm. if i had no power, i'd just get ready in the dark and make my way over.
