Apr 30, 2010 20:35
I was at my desk, touching up my makeup for tonight's Dances of Vice Swan Lake Masquerade, when word came down that we may have to pull an all-nighter to finish some high-priority documents.
DAMMIT.
On the one hand, overtime; on the other hand, Swan Lake Masquerade. (I bought new false lashes! And a sparkly tiara!)
Maybe I'll be lucky and overtime won't be granted, in which case come midnight I can blow this popsicle stand with a clear conscience.
dances of vice,
tales from the cubicle