what a bizarre day
in a nutshell...
1. big bossman, recall: newly demoted, just didn't show up for work today. no calls, smoke signals, emails, nothing. many of us think this was his notice.
2. my coworkers do everything in their powers to make my life more difficult. i sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, believe this.
3. marge found out that when a misdirected yahoo aims at her, her mercedes bends. poor dear. i'm all, 'lawsuit! lawsuit! lawsuit!' but she's all conciliable and on the up and up. blegh. glad she's ok: half-orphan is quite enough for 28. full orphan would send me to the funny farm.
4. not oft seen friend of mine calls and invites me out for a drink. after this inane day, i go. thought it would be best to walk from midtown to downtown, to decompress, but it involved passing through such depths of hell as times square and penn station. (if god had an enema, he's stick it there... tourists, this is NOT new york city.) get to the bar, saw a not oft seen is-he-or-isn't-he coworker who was very much enjoying his drink... ahem... and exchanged kisses and handshakes with friends. it was lovely. i accompany my friend out for a smoke and realize my bag is inside and proceed to have the same panic attack i've had one thousand times before... that, 'if, heavens forbid, your cel, wallet, or keys were stolen or lost, and you had to pick which, which would you choose?' feeling. i waver about this... i think cel, but don't know. you?
1. big bossman, recall: newly demoted, just didn't show up for work today. no calls, smoke signals, emails, nothing. many of us think this was his notice.
2. my coworkers do everything in their powers to make my life more difficult. i sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, believe this.
3. marge found out that when a misdirected yahoo aims at her, her mercedes bends. poor dear. i'm all, 'lawsuit! lawsuit! lawsuit!' but she's all conciliable and on the up and up. blegh. glad she's ok: half-orphan is quite enough for 28. full orphan would send me to the funny farm.
4. not oft seen friend of mine calls and invites me out for a drink. after this inane day, i go. thought it would be best to walk from midtown to downtown, to decompress, but it involved passing through such depths of hell as times square and penn station. (if god had an enema, he's stick it there... tourists, this is NOT new york city.) get to the bar, saw a not oft seen is-he-or-isn't-he coworker who was very much enjoying his drink... ahem... and exchanged kisses and handshakes with friends. it was lovely. i accompany my friend out for a smoke and realize my bag is inside and proceed to have the same panic attack i've had one thousand times before... that, 'if, heavens forbid, your cel, wallet, or keys were stolen or lost, and you had to pick which, which would you choose?' feeling. i waver about this... i think cel, but don't know. you?
posted by tom at 1:05 AM
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