I'm dreading the work I brought home to do over the weekend. It's due noon Monday. I want to shoot him for this. He could have given me at the start of the week, when I had nothing to do. Instead he's chosen to rot my weekend.

It won't happen! I won't do it!

Hee hee!

About a third of my colleagues are francophone. I kid you not when I say there ( Read more... )

I forgot to shave my armpits. I have short furry stubs.

I'm wearing the new sleeveless ZARA top I bought yesterday. It's such a beautiful creamy baby blue. Which is what I was wearing during the Management meeting with all the directors this morning: a beautiful creamy blue top with armpit hair.

Bah. I hope I get used to this executive life soon ( Read more... )

I'm such a GOONDU I put on my panty inside out this morning. During lunch my colleague points to my back and says, Hey, your panty tags are showing. And they were, they were standing straight up and waving in the wind.

It's only 8.27 pm. Been comatose the whole day ( Read more... )

Sunday night hasn't felt like a real Sunday night for a long time. Mostly because I'm not at home, or didn't have to come home and feel the streets empty like they've been discarded, so verrry lonely, knowing that tomorrow the cycle restarts. What cycle? Not coming home and not having real work to do is living in a cocoon, where every day is the ( Read more... )

I'm brain dead today, after a dinner of two cheeses followed (consequently?) by bad sleep. Reblochon and Mondor, which weighed down on my stomach through the night, were eventually digested, fed fattily into my bloodstream and right now, clogging up my neural system. I can't feel anything. Feels like I'd need mild electric shocks to be a fully ( Read more... )

I sent out one self-hawking letter this morning, and I don't feel like writing another one because it's Friday. (Yeah yeah I should, ok, ok! But later.)

I've also just sent in the third post to sgselltrade. All the previous ones have been rejected because I'm a fool who doesn't know how to post in the right format. I'm sorry, moderator. You ( Read more... )

I still don't feel like starting on the applications. If I start, I should be writing cold cover letters. More shameless self-advertising ( Read more... )

Guess what we had for dinner.

Wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong. Wrong.

wrong. wrong.


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