Oh my dearest Barbie doll, I wish you sleep and sleep and glorious wonderful SLEEP tonight. Hang in there!

Courtney, glad to see you back among the working stiffs today.

Well tomorrow's the day, ladies, and I feel absolutely sick to my stomach. What if I called off sick? I may actually be puking by tomorrow morning. How am I going to get through a day sitting next to the woman who stole my you-know-what?? And I'll have to be all nice and sweet and professional to her...Gag. Puke. Shoot me.

When touching up my, um, recipe, I realized my 'objective' clearly states I'm seeking opportunity for advancement. You know, the recipe they hired me with?? B*st*rds.

I'm sorry...Shutting up now...I can't wait til this you-know-what search is over and I can freaking focus on something else. We now return you to your regularly scheduled life.