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I have a Performance Review scheduled for 3pm on Friday.

This will be my first real performance review (other than the mini end-of-probation one I had last June) since 2001. I’m not *too* worried – after all, I am totally awesome – but there is still some apprehension.

I’m not up on my Bribing the Boss trends – cookies? Beer? Have we moved to straight cash yet? Money would sort of defeat the purpose as I’m angling for a substantial raise, but I still feel the need to cement a good review with underhanded trickery.

Then again, maybe I shouldn’t think too hard about getting a raise. Last time I was sure I was having the Salary Increase Discussion I was actually fired instead.

Well, fuck. Now I’m freaking out again.

i’m wrong about me

I chopped all my hair off yesterday. I’m feeling a little better about the colour – turns out it wasn’t so much the drastic change I hated but the fact that I looked like hell. Now it’s short and somewhat cute and I am not startled by the black when I catch my reflection. I’d take a picture, but I’m feeling spectacularly unphotogenic today so just use your imagination.

According to some new “shock research”, women who drink more than three cups of coffee a day will get smaller boobs. I can’t decide if I should laugh at this, or go to Starbucks.

There’s something a little sad and depressing about filling out a form that asks you to “tell us something about yourself so we can get to know you”, only to have the form spit out an error when you click submit. I’m sorry my personal information isn’t good enough for you, volunteer form. I will try to be more exciting in the future so you do not look down on me and give me bright red errors saying that I’ve done you wrong.

I think I need a muffin.

Also, the conversation below the cut amused me.

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