Stupid Balloons

So Bob is not in a good mood today. I’m slammed at work with a bunch of very different projects. I usually enjoy that but without Mr Bob and something to come home to I get pretty drained. Also I’ve been helping a lot of with other people’s projects and then I asked someone else for a (rather large) favour and was turned down (which was totally his right, but just sucked after helping other people all day). I am feeble at the gym, neither the TV, nor the phone seem to be working at my house and my futon is like a rock.

So today I came into work feeling at a very low ebb (contacts didn’t want to go in, train was crowded, have no tea at home) and I entered my building and there were rainbow balloon bouquets all down the hallway. My first thought?

“Fucking balloons. I hate balloons”

Then I thought “Did I really just think “I hate balloons?”.

I must be in a pretty craptastic mood. I mean, who hates balloons?

How’s your day going?

Edit: Forget it, don't tell me how your day is going. I know how your day is going. You are all full of filet mignon and TV watchting and wish to share that with me.

Instead, What job would you like right now. I posted mine in Coco's blog.