When It Rains It Pours
OK, not pours exactly. So a few weeks ago, while I was still working in the closet, people kept walking past from the conference room saying things like, "Mmmmm. That felt good." Finally, I went out in the hall to see what was going on. They had hired a maseuse! But it was for STAFF ONLY. All day, that line from Snoopy, Come Home kept going through my head: NO DOGS ALLOWED!
So anyway, I just got a call, and this woman from work, a woman I actually really like, invited me to her house tonight for a spa treatment by this same lady. Damn, I could use that. What I wish is that the…
OH WAIT! OH WAIT! I can go tomorrow night at 8pm instead!!! I just checked my own blog. ADD is a bitch, huh? OK, so I’m going to the LIA Sucks Comedy thingy TOMORROW, and tonight it’s Spa-time! I ROOOOL!!!
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Update: Crap! Turns out it’s one of those buy-our-stuff parties. I can’t do that. I’m allergic. I’ll be at the meeting for Zach, but I probably won’t volunteer. I’m already doing as much as I have time for. I can’t tell you how behind I am on work stuff. It’s non-good.
