I was browsing around wasting time, and I found a site where you get your Official Ya-Ya Name. I had the moniker �Princess Head-In-The-Clouds� bestowed upon me. Alternatively, if I use my first and middle name, I can be �Empress Runs-With-The-Bulls�.

Either way amuses me to no end.

Today I served coffee to morons on cocaine. I said to a couple of the crew after they were gone �those people were on cocaine�, and one of them asked how I knew� I told her the big tipoff came from the glazed-over eyes and the constant finger-in-the-nose sniffing. God, I love this neighbourhood. They were rude enough to stand out, but I was sickeningly polite and I could tell the boss was sympathetic to how much they made my brain hurt.

Whilst wasting time, I also came across this nugget of joy. I wonder what would happen if I carried out this mission as many times as possible during the day, as the site suggests?

As funny as the notion is� I think the boss�d strangle me because I�m supposed to be a good girl. I�m not allowed to have any fun.

*sob*

Actually, as much as I bitch about it sometimes, I still like my job. And speaking of which, I had best get my ass off to bed and go to sleep