All I want this week is a GTA... *le sigh*

love it. so hard. right???

Let's all welcome G-babe to our division. Holler at the horizontal move!

Unfortunately Hankins is still in the doghouse, but at least he's got some seniority under his belt. Seriously you need to learn to play the game aka lie better.

On my morning drive, Wednesday morning's drive, the station's personalities were discussing the hook up scene of the work environment. Any work environment. Now, our division is such that it is comparable to the Island of Misfit Toys. Yes, like in the Rudolph claymation.

Ron, you'd totally be the train. Xtreme - airplane, hands down.

Our guys? They're like bros. The gals? Like your lovable sister. A close-knit, dysfunctional and mostly irrational grouping. So this 'scene' from the radio talk show doesn't quite apply. But Weaver, Kane-O, Corkey, J-woww, and now even G-babe, absolutely LOVE to play MFK.

For those of you new to the game of Marry Fnck Kill, one is presented with three choices. Choose one to marry, one to ...*ahem*..., and one that you'd kill. Example: Ashley Greene, Katherine Heigl, Olivia Wilde - and GO!

Lately it's just been up on the Stool. And it's gotta be the knee-jerk reaction. Otherwise it loses all genuine crassness and fickle taste. Sometimes the discussion gets heated.

MFK translates to anything/anyone. One could run through the company directory, per se, and ramble off the most epic of MFKs. Now, when we're talking live humans-slash-co-workers (and all sorts of HR violations), not many cubies are in the mood for nuptials. And killing can get all sorts of messy. Hello liabilities and non-secure emails and documents.

Doesn't make sense to just run through, point and scream "fnck" at random directory photos. Wouldn't want to upset BradDub-ya up on 9. Thus, notion for Totem Pole. I rank and judge all of you anyways. We had this one kid in my high school class. Nice kid, kind of nerdy - the behind the scenes guy but not scheming-to-kill-everyone guy. Anyways. Last day of senior year this epic document starts going around. Nice/nerdy kid went through all 447 of our classmates and typed up EXACTLY what he thought of EVERY single person. Horrendous. Miserable. And nobody was safe. Naturally I got a great report. It was like the burn book in Mean Girls. Like wtf.


So to compare to my game of Totem Pole, check your inbox for the list of screw you (literally?) rankings.

[relax yo. i'm totally not like that. plus i deleted the company directory]






Okay. Some one send me GTAs. Please. If you want to give me one last gift of 2010. And what the eff kind of a year its been. We'll make the magic and posting happen. NOTCH.