Fucking Karma...

Okay, so I was all ready on Monday to write something about how I had nothing to do, and was basically fucking the dog while pretending to look busy. I even had a title for the post: "Delivering Flowers" ... complete with an explanation for it from when I was working for the City.

Fucking the Dog = FTD = FTD Florists = Delivering Flowers.

So when you were just going to dick around for the afternoon, you'd say that you'd be delivering flowers for the rest of the day, and everyone would get a good chuckle out of it at lunch. Yes, I worked with adults. And you fucking wonder why our taxes are high..

But I digress.

Point being, from the moment I came up with that title, I've been running around like the proverbial chicken with its head chopped off. And while this is cool, I've had about a million things to write about, but haven't had the chance. Oh, and it's not like I have much time today, either, after all, I'm moving out of my office in Oakville and back to our main office this afternoon... I just don't have anything overly pressing at this exact moment.

Anyway, let's just say that I've learned my lesson.... don't gloat about having nothing to do, hell... don't even think about gloating, cuz karma'll kick your ass.

And yes, I am aware of irony, too. Fuck off.