potty mouth

There is good and bad about going back to work. Good? I have my Once a Year conversation with Dan on the phone for "FREE", as he says. I guess he means on the company dime, unless he's talking about his personal 976 number, which I want to know NOTHING ABOUT.

Two, I get lots and lots of music from coworkers, yay! Shaunny dropped a cd on my desk today. Has there ever been a better cd title, I ask you? And a happy face, to boot!

It has my fave Aimee Mann, which he loves too. I'm telling you I can listen to her read off a shopping list, I just love her. It also has the new Moby, which, if I listen to a few more times, I just may end up liking.

So. The "BAD," about work?
I'm back to drawing bathrooms.

Jenn: "Whaddya got for me?"
Coworker: "Bathrooms, of course."
Jenn: "What do you mean of course?"
Coworker: "They're your specialty!"
Jenn: "WHAT? Since when did they become my specialty?"
Coworker: "Come on, you've been doing them for years. You're good at it."
Jenn: "It doesn't mean I like it."

Goddam, when did I become Queen of the Urinals, I'd like to know?
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