The good news is I already got my taxes back, the bad news is I got them back because I forgot to sign them. Whoops.

Despite my previous devotion to J. Crew (due in no small part to the friendliness of their Garnamal-like outfits for a woman who loathes shopping), they recently hired a new head designer - who came from The Gap. Clothes from The Gap have never existed in dimensions that a mirror would allow me to buy and wear - even with my deficient eyesight. The new J. Crew line is cut a little differently, the selection is leaning too heavily towards uber-casual and the new color palette is horrific against my skin tone. There are limits to my loyalty.

The good news is our payroll office accidentally overpaid me by 40 hours. The bad news is they recognized their mistake, I gave them permission to correct it. They were to cut me a “live” check that - you guessed it - never arrived. The magical Friday deposit cut-off time came and went while somewhere out there one of the guys from our mailroom is probably wiping his ass with my livelihood. I hope he gets a papercut.

I like my coffee with a solid splash of cream and a ten-count of real sugar.