April 25
 

Yes, I'm tan, and it's not entirely electric beach.  This is all in preparation for my trip next week.  Speaking of, why don't you take a gander over here.  I'll wait.  Yep.  I'm going to miss you all.  No, really.  I will.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

It is no longer considered "Secretary's Day".  Today is now dubbed "Administrative Professionals Day", at least here, at the Death Star.  I don't remember whether or not I've shared my feelings on today, I'm sure I have:  I hate it.  Today  is like holding a mirror up to my face and saying "You are 30.  This is what you do."  I see the other (all years, nay, decades older) admins running around with their gift "You Are #1!!!" mugs filled with Sweet and Low sucking candies or their spindly ferns or one ragged, wilty carnation purchased on the way to work by The Bossman.

I always manage to put the day out of my head, until, of course,
 
 

I bitch about work.  Some stuff happened.  I'm not telling.
 
 
 

Happy Administrative Professionals Day.
 
 
 

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i admit that i ain't no angel
i admit i ain't no saint
cause I'm selfish and i'm cruel but you're blind
if i exorcise my devils
well my angels may leave too
when they leave they're so hard to find