i’ve got a hole in my shirt. it’s on the front in the middle of my shirt, towards the bottom of the shirt. lovely. now it’s going to be a matter of making sure that i don’t make it obvious that there’s a hole in my shirt all day. maybe no one will notice…

you know, that’s the sort of thing that you say to try and comfort yourself when in reality everyone is there talking about it because, of course, they will notice. *sigh*

the printer ran out of paper this morning too. i went fishing around the office trying to find out where we keep the reams of paper and came up with nothing. i went to the supply cabinet. nope. the supply closet? nope. i even went as far as going to the last office that i stole paper from and still…no paper.

so what did i do? i dug up some scratch paper that i’m not using from some time ago and printed on the back of that. office supplies shouldn’t be this hard.

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