brown is for the bourbon in the bottle

so today is my last day at the ad agency i work at during the day. that is, of course, until i start here permanently on sept. 1. if they haven't changed their minds yet (i have to contact hr to see where my offer letter is at so i can sign it before leaving today). this isn't a job i'm excited about. it's a job. i'll be surprised if i stay here for a year, which is what i plan on doing. after that year, i'm gone, more than likely. i don't know, after the way they've kind of yo-yo'ed me around with my situation here (oh, it's a full-time job; no, wait, we're going to have you on contract for 30 days; oh, you're not working 40 hours per week?; i know your contract ends in two days, so you want a job?; oh, you have other commitments, can you break them and be an asshole to people who gave you a job when no one would? could you do that? could you burn some bridges? could you? could you be an assclown?). i'm almost surprised i'm even staying, which is strictly for the money. i have no shame in saying that. not that it's going to be paying all too well, but you know, you need money to survive (e.g., pay bills, buy food, wash clothes). i do know these next eight days of not being here will be bliss for me, and not just because i get to spend those days at a place i love working at. ok, that's all for now. i gotta do my timesheets and then read me some gawker, defamer, and dlisted. and some blogs. that's what i get paid to do. ha.