hardly working

I came into work an hour late today; now I have to make up for it by staying an hour later.  Except I don’t feel like working so I’m just gonna look busy by typing a lot aka updating my blog.

Jeeeeeez coworker, go home already!  So I can go home too and not actually have to stay an extra hour!  I know, I’m the epitome of work ethic.

(She asked me what I was working on.  I told her I was making tape labels.  Hah!  Fool!)

Oh fuck this, I’m going home.