Oh Where, oh where has my Buhster gone?

Dear God,

It's me, Miss Misc. I know I've been a huge asshole in the past, but can you please find my friend Buhster? She's about 5'7" 1oo and something pounds, dark hair, kind of yellow. She has a delightful disposition when she's not being a total asshole and telling people to get out of her way.

If you find her for me, I will stop tripping people on the street, I will take my bag off of the seat next to me on the bus and stop using the handicapped bathroom stalls cause they're more spacious and shit.

Thank you for your immediate attention to this matter.

Um...Amen.

Miss Misc

Pardon Me While I Nap For The Next 2 Years

After infiltrating the top secret world of TEMPS (those employed minus pseudo supervisors) I have decided that I would rather not work a real job ever again. Today I was at my assignment that will basically last as long as I friggin feel like coming to it and I was strangely at peace. No computer hence no e-mail, no phone number to distribute, surrounded by happy people who know a good job when they see it and therefore refuse to quit. The most recent hire has been there four years and another lady has been there for 50!

I somehow scored another office versus a cubicle(how I keep doing that I have no idea) and the people I'm working for are actually, dare I say, self-sufficient. Praise the lord, hallelujah, I have found the promise land. Did I mention the Robinson's ribs that I shall partake in for lunch on a weekly basis? Or the fact that I can walk home in 20 minutes?

I know I'm not an idle person and I'm all adventurous and shit, but dude, I might just hide out in this job for as long as possible until they figure out that they fired me two years ago and someone just forgot to tell me.