playing in the grown-up's world...

at times...
i feel like i'm a little kid playing in the grown-ups world...
at times...
i feel like i'm just trying to hard to fit in...
at times...
i feel like the shirt, pants, tie look is just ridiculas....
at times...
i feel like going home and watch disney...
at times...
i feel like just messing around in my office...

i'm like the little kid...
sitting in the corner of the room...
trying to look remotely interest in petroleum prices...
new multi-billion splitter thats being built...
and lots of press releases and press conferences...

bimbotic question of the day...
~~"splitter? i think it was in my chemistry textbook, where like different oil gets sperated and whats left is water? and dirt? is it not? is that every expensive? it looks kinda cheap on my textbook..."

scene from ally mcbeal...
~~siting on chair, as i shrink into a little tiny me, sitting on the edge of the chair, talking in the little high pitched voice...~~

the only joy and true high is the espresso machine...
the shiny, spanking clean, ultra modern espresso machine...
its like a gift from god!!!
i do a little victory dance when i make myself a cuppa...
all those money spent on starbucks coffee...

i miss waking up at 2 in the afternoon...

is god's way of saying...
you deserve the espresson machine...
since you get your arse of the bed at 6 every morning...
the early bird always catches the worm...
the early me wants to kidnap the espresso machine and hide it in my office...
wheeee....

off to lunch...


who has lunch at 12.30?!?
its insane!!!