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American Idol is over again for another year. Awwww. Okay, so I lost interest when Elliott left last week. But still. Let it just be said, I spent last night laughing my butt off. That was the best finale ever, because of the random singers, the actually good singing that happened, bizarre celebrity sightings (tell me you all didn't squeal over The Hasselhoff), the Clay Moment, PRINCE, etc.

Favorite singing moment was by far Paris and Al J. Loved them.

Worst singing moment had to go to whoever thought it would be smart to force Chris and Bucky to sing Burt Bacharach songs. Woe!

Best moment of the night, though, bar none, went to Clay seranading his impersonator. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. Whether you're laughing over the guy's reaction or Clay's hair (thank god it's back to its natural color), the clip is priceless.

And now, to actually make a random attempt at productive.

Wooohoo! Fun! Of the work variety, that is.

Life is wonderful when you get paid to bitch people out.

First a telemarketer called, with the whole pause before their system kicks them in (which means of course I've already said the company name and have to wait a full two seconds for anyone to even be on the line). I said the company name. Big pause. They say hello, so I repeat the company name. (A distinctive company name at that.) The moron has the balls to say "Is this [company name]?" My response (because my PMS-induced rage didn't happen this month, the rage waited until the full on period)..."Well, since I've already said the company name twice, I'm not repeating it again and you don't get to talk to anyone. Goodbye." Hee. (Instead of my normal hang up.)

THEN!

Our server has four volumes to file work on. One for word documents/spreadsheets, the other three for files from our creative department. There's a huge problem with people not filing correctly, which pisses me off as I'm the one that has to clean up their mess and file things right. I hate opening up the server folder and seeing random documents not put on a volume. Well, of course I just found two documents not filed. It pissed me off. It pissed off a partner too, so I sent out a nasty email to the office informing them their files would start disappearing if they didn't file them right. Because really, once a year it's my responsibility to go on the volumes and clean things up. It's usually the week after Christmas. It takes me a good portion of the week to clean up their mess, and frankly, I'm tired of playing mommy.

And for this rant, I'm using Jack. Because Jack would so kick their asses with much snark.

Sticks and stones...

To top off the busy of my afternoon, I just broke my toe.

My little toe, which is so prone to breakage that it doesn't even hurt as much anymore when it happens, but still. The swelling is annoying, as is the bright red color and the nasty ass bruise that may or may not appear later. Just like it's annoying that I'm wearing heels and this makes walking a pain. (Which is why I'm not walking around the office now.)

I broke this toe (the little one on my right foot) when I was 17. That was seriously painful. I spent days not being able to wear a shoe or walk, which hampered my ability to waitress at Pizza Hut. Luckily the boss let me work the phones, but still. Ever since, about once a year, I'll manage to break the toe by brushing against something. It's almost a rite of passage.

At least this one waited until sandal season.