The Holy Fuck Meter

[talktooloose]

The holy-fuck meter is peaking in the red! This day started okay, but my boss suddenly said, "I need to do your performance review today" and then I was told we needed to get a sample chapter of a print report out to the client by end of day.

So, I'm waiting for my boss to return for the review meeting. I have a nice little piece of paper with all my accomplishments in my pocket and I'm waiting for the chapter to lay out. Fuckedity fuck, man! Hope it all goes okay.

Oh! I have to think of things I need to improve. Uh, get more haircuts? Stop surfing so much porn at work? Oh, I better not say that one out loud.

OH GOD! WHAT IF I DEVELOP TOURRETTES SYNDROME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE REVIEW?!!

Comments

[nyahnyahnyah.livejournal.com]

Porn, haircuts and Tourettes sounds like a good day at the office to me, man.

[talktooloose.livejournal.com]

But what about porn haircuts?

Yay, my review was good. Phew.

[mofic.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you do a great job, insufficient haircuts and excessive porn notwithstanding. I hope your boss recognizes your worth.

[talktooloose.livejournal.com]

Phew. I got a good review, which makes all my tantrum storming-out fantasies unnecessary. I was even buoyed enough to say I'm due for a raise.

[snowmit.livejournal.com]

Right on!

[lux-apollo.livejournal.com]

Good.

[talktooloose.livejournal.com]

And I didn't say "too much porn at work," I said, "So much."

In my opinion, it's just the right amount.

[mofic.livejournal.com]

LOL! And I'm glad it went well.

[strumquill.livejournal.com]

So how did it go?

[talktooloose.livejournal.com]

Very well, thank you. I even took the plunge and asked for a raise, thought I'll have to wait and here on that.