The back to normal, nobody knows if they have a job tomorrow or not shit!
Dammit!
From the beginning:
Day starts out rosy and with good intentions, I would even venture so far as to say with a yoga worthy intent, that intent being to pick trend stories and colors for Spring 2012. Just look at this efficient, getting shit done, work-mode:
I stray only a few times, mainly to make a car payment and to research the Parrot Baby. In other words, exemplary productivity. Peaceful...in other words, every kind of WRONG!
In the afternoon, V calls to come upstairs and talk. V reveals several TMI stories and I feel the need to reciprocate with some of my own. Then V reveals that she has resigned and I cannot even pretend that I am in a shock and I'm happy for V. Then V gives me all sorts of info re Company K, none of it too comforting, and I almost kill myself on the way downstairs and drag B to my office and shut the door and pant: 'sit down' and then I unload myself by barfing all that info into her ear and she has a bomb of her own, about D2 wasting company $$ on a shopping trip in Japan with her Japanese pet from sleepwear, rather than home with sick relative!!!
All this is a lot to bear and we escape to Legends to drown our uncertainty and job stress in booze and WRONG FOODS! The lovely idea to not drink all week is now bulldozed on Wednesday(nice) and barely holding onto the no smoking thing (dying for one!)
D4 is unable to join us but she sends a text that sends me and B under the bar in hysterical laughter. Text from D4 says:
Guess who has been doing 6pack abs exercise program at her desk instead of working?
We figure is tech director S, who runs that team like KGB or similar, taking attendance and shit and 'writing people up', whatever that means! Still, we send a frantic reply:
WHO???
The answer, when it comes, is not as confirming as it might seem:
Well, her initials are SS
That sounds right, however, there are other people on the tech team with same initials. We text back and forth to confirm, all the while getting more intoxicated while demonstrating what techDD S might look like doing the elbow to knee move (a classic at your desk ab move) at desk at work. You had to be there...Eventually we are forced to share the story with bartender, who was probably wondering if we were patients out on a day pass from Bellevue.
Then D4 texts that the techDD S has hidden the manual for the abdominal workout in one of the factory safety procedure binders, in order to consult all day while appearing to be hard at work. B and I demand the 411 on the binder, so that we can sneak in and replace the abdominal workout manual with something else- we are torn between the dessert menu from Fridays or the 'how to go down on a man like a gay man' manual. Hmm.
And so goes on the professional life...
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Location:On train
...oh my!
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