plop plop

thought that paint fumes was the thing that was rotting my brain. boy was i wrong. my new workplace is rotting it at such a rate that i hear myself slushing through the brain mush on the office floor. And this is the place where my boss gets my name wrong THREE days in a row. his wife also got it wrong (where the hell did she get 'erin' from) and on monday, my prof got it wrong (at least he came up to me and apologized...when he got it wrong last week).

woe, woe. there are other annoying real life things, but i wouldn't want to read about them. woe woe.