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bad form today. i think i set up the shot all wrong by falling asleep last night immediately after consuming a styrofoam tray full of soggy chips with a super spicy 98% onion pico de gallo (a good portion of which i found all over the front of my coat this morning), grape laffy taffy (whose flavor only can be described as equal parts grape triaminic and formula409) and some really awful $.59 assorted sugared fruit wedges from am/pm. they say drinking lowers your inhibitions. does this mean im inhibited by food? you won't find me dancing on a table top in nothing but men's dress socks, composing embarassing text message confessionals or groping strangers. look for me, granola bar wrappers littering the bed in which i lie, passed out, soaked in leftover hot and sour soup with one hand curled limply around a half eaten box of tropical mike and ikes. i don't know which is worse.
regardless, bad form even for a monday. i'm at the office, alone with grandma. not my grandma. good lady, good heart, good aim when firing off a series of unecessary questions. since i've taken on HR, A/P and contracts administration in addition to my duties as personal assitant, office bitch, sandwich gal and, as a 24 year old with a pulse in a field dominated by men who see very few women for extended periods of time, object of misplaced affection and subject to critiques of my T&A, i've abandoned concern for which font we use to label the employee files, the exact date the company started, where i put the creamer, etc. i've also abandoned cheerfulness and courtesy. this week i'm going to become either more patient or exceptionally skilled in masking exasperation.
regardless, bad form even for a monday. i'm at the office, alone with grandma. not my grandma. good lady, good heart, good aim when firing off a series of unecessary questions. since i've taken on HR, A/P and contracts administration in addition to my duties as personal assitant, office bitch, sandwich gal and, as a 24 year old with a pulse in a field dominated by men who see very few women for extended periods of time, object of misplaced affection and subject to critiques of my T&A, i've abandoned concern for which font we use to label the employee files, the exact date the company started, where i put the creamer, etc. i've also abandoned cheerfulness and courtesy. this week i'm going to become either more patient or exceptionally skilled in masking exasperation.