i have a meeting at 3 today (in 15 minutes) that a lot of us low-totem-polers now have to attend. i'm kind of not looking forward to it, because these people running the call, they eat their young. i'm kind of scared, dammit. really.
so you'd think i'd go and get my facts straight, be prepared for the meeting, and talk to all the right people so that when they dive bomb me i'd be ready, right? no. instead, i went to the vending machine in our breakroom and bought a bag of m & m's. i havent eaten m & m's in many years. i ate the whole bag, and now my teeth hurt.