Apparently (according to a number of older ladies I work with) I am looking particularly “cute” today. This is of course very nice - as flattery almost always is. But, there is that dark side to receiving compliments on ones appearance from people who (in my opinion) have questionable taste.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not (usually) an ungrateful, stuck-up jerk. I’m just saying that when a lady wearing a cardigan with Beagles embroidered on it tells you she likes your outfit, maybe you should take that one with a grain of salt.
Fuck. I saw a glaring typo in my last post so I went to edit it… and I accidentally deleted the whole thing. Goddamnit, who does that shit?
I have been at the office for barely half and hour and I’m already working out the logistics of building some sort of fort or nest under my desk to curl up in.
I don’t even have the energy to fake some illness so I can go home. I’ll just sit here, willing my eyes open until this second cup of coffee takes effect.
In related news, I am a real charmer this morning.
Friday night out with the girls: Make self presentable, hit the town with some cool ladies, drink cocktails, share tapas, gossip, repeat.
Saturday night in with the boys: Plant self on the couch with a couple of rad dudes, watch hockey game on a giant TV, drink beer, eat burgers, comment on sports related topics, repeat.