- Mood:
I knew today was going to be a bad one from the moment I got to work. No coffee. Can you believe it? No coffee in the office! I had to leave the executive offices and head down to the facility to get coffee from the cafeteria.
I'm not particularly fond of wandering through the facility. Not that the patients creep me out or anything. I just keep expecting Nurse Ratched to pop out of the shadows and haul me off to a detox room.
Luckily, no Nurse Ratched. Got my coffee. But by the time I got back to my desk, it was cold. I can't win for losing.
Then later, the corporate attorney had me typing up a letter for him. Over and over and over and over again. I'd bring the finished letter to him, then he'd send it back with changes and corrections. I'd make the changes and corrections, bring the letter to him, and he'd send it back with changes to things he'd already approved. And it went on and on and on until I wanted to yank every hair from my head and scream naked in the parking lot.
And since I'm kind of the Executive Administrative Assistant to all the Executive VPs, the others were getting irritated that their reports, memos and general b.s. weren't getting done.
I was so excited when the workday finally ended, I actually considered screaming naked in the parking lot. Instead, I opted to just head home and collapse on my comfy sofa with a Kahlua & Cream (or two or three) and a Sherrilyn Kenyon novel.
Climbed in my car, turned the key in the ignition, shifted into drive, and my cell phone rang. It was my best friend, confirming plans for tonight.
Dammit! I'd forgotten all about it. My friends had planned to take me out to celebrate my divorce. Don't ask me why they chose to do this on a Tuesday rather than waiting for Friday or Saturday. I have no idea. Maybe they were hoping to send me to work tomorrow still drunk. Who knows?
So I ran home, changed clothes, and after throwing a longing glance at Vane on the cover of "Night Play", I headed out the door.
First, let me say that if my friends had hoped I'd hook up with somebody tonight and actually get laid, they probably should have started by picking a better bar. Can you say dive, ladies and gentlemen? Ah, well. At least they accomplished one thing. We were definitely the hottest chicks there.
But now I'm finally home. Finally on my comfy couch and wearing my favorite fuzzy slippers. Finally got Vane in my hot little hands.
Oh, and before you ask -- no. I didn't run into the mailbox hottie today.
'Night all!
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