Let the games begin

Oct 11, 2007 09:52

Oh, Holiday Season, how you torment me. Arriving fifteen minutes early to the office today, I was somewhat less than thrilled to find my inbox teeming with requests for private events in December. Don't get me wrong, Holidays, you are still undoubtedly my favorite time of year. But come on, give a girl a break. Can't I have ten minutes to enjoy my cup of coffee before shooting off emails to Californians who have to be here for a medical conference? To Canadian travel agents whose clients' names are virtually impossible to spell without access to a full range of accent marks? To scum-sucking politicians' event coordinators who just have to have their little Christmas extravaganza in the Camus room and who cares if it's already booked?
Ugh the work keeps piling up, and it might be nice if the Maitre d' spoke English without a molasses-thick Italian accent, because I just missed three phone calls trying to figure out that he was saying, "The party last night left flowers and a sign, and someone is here to pick them up." WHAT THE FUCK.
I'm not in a good mood at the moment. Please don't fuck with me today.
Mmm but in six hours I get to go home to him. OH and also the cutest little Japanese lady called me just now to confirm a reservation. So now I'm slightly less surly. Except now I have to pee.
Nothing to do with the Japanese lady. I've just been overdoing the caffeine intake today.
nsrsly
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