Hey people,

I am back at work after a day of self-expectoration. Man, it was nasty. I felt like I was the main character in The New Exorcist.

Anyway, here I am, bright and smiley.

My morning has been fully fleshed out by the fact that my boss is pissed that I take too much time off. This is fair I guess, in the sense that I do take a lot of time off for non-work pursuits and because I've been sick a lot this winter. However, he is a pain in the ass and doesn't appreciate that I'm not only disgustingly overqualified for my job but that I also bust my ass for him when I am here. So, to me the situation is like when you have to wait a long time for a table in a restaurant but then because you had to wait they give you a few free drinks and take a couple bucks off the bill. It works out.

Furthermore, if he doesn't like the amount of time I'm out now he just better get ready for operation "getting married and getting the hell out of dodge" which is coming up a lot faster than I think he realizes.

So there. That's my passive-aggressive Pyrrhic Victory of the day.