BEST. DAY. EVER.

It's official. This is the greatest day of work ever.

In preparation for the construction of a new counter in the probation office, we started rearranging the desks and such. Well my new digs consist of a corner suite where I have a view both out the window to Southgate Parkway and of the entire office, an extra endtable to set my handmade name placard on, an inbox, nearly double the desk space, placement within an arm's reach of the joystick that controls the building's camera system, and a leather rolling chair that's comfortable enough to take a nap in.

Shit yeah.

In fact, dropping out of college is looking pretty sweet right now. I got a chair, a desk, a name placard, access to a fucking camera-surveillance system, and free coffee in the morning.

There are people that get a degree to take a job like this. That's just inefficient.

Anyway, I hope that explains the lack of attention I've subjected you to. Both of you.

As a desperate attempt to regain my respect as a source of some things important, start reading up on Katherine Harris, former Florida secretary of state that helped W get elected in 2000, and her flailing senate campaign. It's quality entertainment. Promise.

Katherine Harris Archive (Wonkette)