Happy Thanksgiving!  Sorry if you're Canadian, you've already had your turkey :p

So today was a day from Hell!  I get to work, expecting everything to be slow, like it normally is on a holiday.  Not so.  Back to back calls.  All because of some stupid outage.  Then I packed a light lunch expecting to be fed like the office does on EVERY holiday.  They were serving ribs. My deskmate ate some delicious smelling ones right in front of me.  Stomach grumbling I get up for lunch and head to the break room.  THERE WERE NO RIBS!  There was no food at all.  I was down right bitchy at this point.  Sarah + Low Blood Sugar = Bitchiest Queen of the Bitches. 

So I'm hungry.  I complain for a minute or two to my coworkers, find out the rib guy will be back in 5 hours, and I leave the office to get some fast food.  I drive down to Burger King.  It's the closest thing to me.  I get through the drive through and some girl is sitting at the register telling everyone it's closed!  And there were four cars in front of me too!  Damn!  So now I'm hungry, and I've got barely any time left for my lunch.  I speed down to Walgreen's get a bag of beef jerky and angrily head back to the office.  On the way there my bag breaks open and I've got beef jerky all over.  Gah!

Pissy pissy pissy.  Five o'clock comes around and my deskmate spots the rib guy pushing a big cart of ribs in.  Perfect timing, it's my break.  So I accost him and ask him when the ribs will be ready.  He says in maybe 25 minutes or so.  My eyes get big, a vein in my forehead throbs, and I might have said some things.  They guy's still cool, he says that my supervisor would probably understand if I just took a few minutes off the phone later to get food.  Yeah, well my supervisor was playing hooky today.  I tell him my story and the guy looks all sad and sorry for me.  He sets everytyhing up special, just for me!  Made my day.

And then when I got home they expected me to do the dishes.  HAH!

Moving on.  My computer has been making a strange noise.  Rattle rattle, buzz buzz whir chink.  Something like that.  I'm fairly certain it's my case fan.  I need to replace it soon.  But I'm lazy.

So in the past two days my mom and I have watched the first four James Bond movies.  007 was a man-slut!  They say he sleeps around and is the ladies man.  That's understating it.  I'm seriously surprised that he's not so riddled with syphillis he thinks a camel is Ms Moneypenny.  But I think my mom and I have fallen for him.  Those cheesy one-liners, the fake punches, and those crazy opening credits.  Not to mention rocket packs, exploding briefcases, undersea harpoon fights to the death etc...