February 3, 2009
Areas of my life that could use a government bailout
1.My job: Due to recent layoffs, I have found myself with twice the amount of work to do in the same 30 hour per week period. This has caused me to become more invested in my job, and not necessarily in a good way. I mean, it's not like I love my job, but it has gotten me through college so far and I can generally count on it to be uneventful. With double the responsibility I now tend to worry about my "job performance" and whether or not I sent a coworker the appropriate "email." Suddenly, all those tacky "grumpy old lady" comics are not only starting to make sense to me, but I can totally relate to them. THAT CRAZY MAXINE!
2. My fitness level: This one reminds me of a t-shirt I saw once that said, "Someone should do something about how fat I'm getting." Get on it, government!
3. My car: Ever since this summer's breakdown, old Debbie hasn't seemed to be doing that well, and now I'm 87% sure that I need a new muffler. Either that or someone came during the night and replaced my engine with a much louder one.
4. That one ache I get in my shoulders sometimes: Pretty self explanatory.
2. My fitness level: This one reminds me of a t-shirt I saw once that said, "Someone should do something about how fat I'm getting." Get on it, government!
3. My car: Ever since this summer's breakdown, old Debbie hasn't seemed to be doing that well, and now I'm 87% sure that I need a new muffler. Either that or someone came during the night and replaced my engine with a much louder one.
4. That one ache I get in my shoulders sometimes: Pretty self explanatory.
Labels: brutal self evaluation
# posted by McDirty @ Tuesday, February 03, 2009 
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I have had muffler issues before. Every time I drove my car was super loud. The worst part was the fact that I drove a Honda Civic which was (maybe still is) the exact kind of car that Asian hoodsters pimp out (which included removing the muffler) and race. Whenever I came to a stop light next to another Civic (or Integra), the other person wanted to race me. Unfortunately for me, (a)I suck at racing, and (b), my car, though loud, was pretty weak.
That reminds me that today one of the operators at work thought that they were called STD cards instead of SD cards...I didn't correct her, does that make me a bad person?
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