I might as well be naked right now. Hiding in my cube like a damn hamster in a cage. Pitiful. I'm all kinds of pissed off right now for a whole lot of reasons. You know how when you leave something and go out into the world, you feel naked, right? Well I forgot my cell today-so there goes my pants. Out of my chapstick-off with the shirt. Feeling like any drive I had ran away on me-there goes the bra. So here I sit. In my thong and high heels. Mad and ready to fight.
I've made about a bajillion plans for Thursday night/Friday thinking that since it is Good Friday I would have the day off. CUE THE BUZZER!!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! Wrong. I have to work until 11:00 on Good Friday. May I ask what the fuck does a law firm need to be open for when all the court houses/post offices/federal and municipal building are all closed? Heartless jackass'.
I also forgot to mention the man in the elevator yesterday. I get on and this guy (50ish), gray beard, lazy eye, gets on with me. I hit my button and to be polite I say "which floor do you need?"
He doesn't answer and staring at me and physically backing me into the corner of the elevator-he reaches out his hand (palm up?) and says-two inches from my face-"Wow....you look.......really........cool" HUH???? I said a stunned thank you and then the doors opened. As I squeezed past him he just kept staring and then he says "you're going to have a really good day, right? Because it's beautiful outside just like you...and I can see it".
Hmm. *shudder* He never did pick a floor.
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