finally friday

Currently munching on extra-buttery popcorn with lots of powdery cheese topping, and sipping on some RC cola while listening to a mix of the Killers and kittens playing under my chair. I had a healthy supper of everything-left-in-my-cupboards (so basically random crackers, rice cakes, old dry carrots and mushrooms plus some random bread that I found) dipped in hummus, so I figured that I deserved a treat in popcorn and caramel form.
Work today was predictably awful, although it could be considered worse than most days since we were short-staffed, then even shorter-staffed and then skeletally staffed. Vagisil (which is a great nickname for him since he is both a pussy with mega problems AND his name in Russian is Vasili) was fine until he spontaneously concussed himself (???) then barged into our boss' office and pretended to faint/go blind. He SUPPOSEDLY ended up going to the hospital but since he was a) probably only hungover from his lameass show the night before and b) his girlfriend also had the day off, I think we know exactly what (who?) he did (poor girl, I would NOT want that thing hovering around me, even for the splitsecond it probably takes for him to finish). In a rare, brilliant moment of lucidity, our boss decided that he was probably faking, but it's unlikely that anything will happen to him. However, this was a refreshing change from the usual bumbling inefficiency we experience on a day to day experience - case in point: I got in trouble for being 1 minute late for work, further impeding my workday for about 2 minutes while I tried to decipher what I had done wrong (esp since my boss mumbles like Ozzy) and why I was getting told off while Vagisil sits for at least 45 mins a day, sometimes all in one chunk, and gets told nothing because he claims to know one of the CEOs of the company or something... like some 60 year old man is going to come down to our department and angrily berate everyone because some 28 year old twerp was let go because he couldn't do his job....). Anyways we were already short a person, then he "went to the hospital" and then someone else had to go work in another department, and then with 45 mins left to the day our supervisor (or whatever she is now) leaves so Stef and I were left to do everything, much like usual. I also picked up all the mail in the world which is fun to do at the last minute. On the upside, everything worked out much more smoothly without boys. Work life, at least, is better when it's all girls.
Surf the Channel is the devil, and since I have a nice computer screen that is close to my bed, I have been watching lots of TV before sleeping. This is bad because it leads to very vivid dreams, cuts into my sleeping time by at least an hour, and also means I typically now fall asleep with my glasses on and without having brushed my teeth or anything. So it's super fun to wake up at 4AM because you have to pee so badly you don't think you can make it to the bathroom and your mouth tastes like ass. But... classic TV!!! Plus a lot of the sites they link to have Chinese or Japanese subtitles so I feel like I'm getting smarter by watching. If ever I were ill in Asia, I could make that fact known by drawing the character for "doctor" and also "no" just in case they take me to like... somewhere else....
That said, the end of House season 1 is calling me.