Okay, I'm just going to have to start my own blog. No one is reading it anyway, so it's like, well, blogsturbation. (www.yesiwork.blogspot.com) Really, come visit me there.
I just want to make a point about asking for what you want and getting it, and the difference between Patricia and me.
Ad Agency sent a limo to pick up Patricia at her office for a meeting. Same ad agency that I drove an hour trying to find last time I met with them, got lost on the "you can't miss it, it's so easy" ride home after making a fool of myself high on a Vicodin for pain in my shoulder (story below).
Me: fool.
Patricia: Queen.
Patricia informs me that since I moved out she is no longer in a bad mood and the heat isn't banging.
So I guess the moral of the story is: act like you deserve it, and you may just get it. Grovel and humble yourself, and you'll end up homeless, jobless and fat. (Weight issues for another blogsturbation.)
So here's the story. I was working with said Ad Agency in their office while they were having a baby shower for 8-month pregnant co-worker. I got pretty spaced out on said pain killer and sugar high from pastries at party, and with 8-month pregnant woman standing in front of me with baby shower tiara on her head I said, "I was just coming in to congratulate [pregnant woman] but I guess she's not here." She said, "The belly doesn't give it away?" Ad agency owner said, "I guess the crown didn't help either." I will never show my face there again, which is fine, since I'll never be able to find my way there again and they sure as hell aren't sending me any limo.
Ba humbug. Anyone got any Vicodin?
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