So the Boss is gone this week, as she was the week before last, but this time my Super Secret KGB Agent Assistant isn’t gone at the same time and I don’t have to put my hands over my ears each day and scream “la la la I can’t hear you la la la no I don’t have so-and-so’s phone number look it up your own damn self la la la.”

Now I can spend my days finishing reading Amalah’s archives (cuz I’m cool like that and appearently didn’t know what these weblog things on the interweb were and, also, did you know that Pretty In Pink is no longer considered a New Release?! The HELL?) and reading the latest credit card prank on Zug. There may be people down the hall who question my sanity, but hello, it’s not like I’ve ever tried to pass as normal at this place (seriously, my hair was still purple the day after I was Tonks). I also get to come in late and leave early which so totally kicks ass.

I would worry about my Super Secret KGB Agent Assistant getting mad at my shenanigans and, you know, taking care of the problem a la Irina Derevko, but I’m letting her take Friday off beacuse I am the BEST! SUPERVISOR! EVER! and also beacuse she just wants to go to DisneyLand, and who I am to deny such a natural and necessary request? I think I’ve gone to DisneyLand 10 times in the last 6 months, and only one of those times was on a weekend.  

But I still have to deal with the fucking PhD’s who have no common sense but lots of ego and oh so often say things like “I’m so lofty and intelligent, I can’t be expected to be bothered with the mundane aspects of life. You, secretary girl, do it for me. I’ve got to go and ponder some deep things now…like HOW TO GET LAID, ASS WIPE.”

(OK, so that last part might have been me).

These are the same people, though, who are convinced that me working on my MFA is not REALLY all that hard, because if it were, wouldn’t I be getting a PhD just like them? So it’s not like I really need to take them at all seriously.