things realized in fashion part... who the f knows anymore?
-After last week i decided i was entitled to a "sick day" Monday. I had no choice really, especially after my body decided to do certain things without my knowledge, i.e. set my alarm to 7pm instead of 7am, waking itself up at 9am, and reaching over to dial and call in. In the end my brain and soul ended up agreeing with this decision and made another decision not to feel bad about it. Especially after being woken up by a barrage of frantic work calls during various nap-points of the day. Thankfully I couldn't get to my email heh heh heh.
-Post-rant declaration: Henceforth, the organization I work for will now be called "Label E" as I realize way too much was divulged in the last post. Any idiot might string some things together, and I'd prefer not to be outed yet. Good thing its part of my job to monitor any interw3b hits about Label E (see how handy it is already?).
-My regular work PC has herpes. Frick. Stupid intern computer and stupid lack of technology and napping spaces. Shit, I'm fucking cranky this morning.
-Am infinitely glad I skipped on last night's holiday party for many reasons. One being that after dress reho, I made the most excellent hamburger and french fries with a side of garlic broccolini. Mmmmmm. Iron. Protein. Rawr.
-Am infinitely gladder that at the holiday party last night, one of the elderly seamstresses from the boutique won the mucho grande prize of two business class round trip plane tickets to anywhere in the world! (We'll call her Ernesta). Her english isn't so good, so one of our fluent folks had to tell her what she won :-) Ernesta was a sweet sweet old lady - even during the socialite madness when we had to exponentially increase their workload due to high demand. Imagine my suprise when I found out the alterations team was little more than 5-6 little old ladies. Ernesta was actually one of the backup ladies we had to pull away from her sewing machine to fit these chi chi women, she was always gracious and kind and smiling with the tanned and nutritionally malnourished hides that paraded through those dressing rooms. On the last day of fittings and the day of the event, I brought the alterations ladies some flowers - Ernesta in her lovely 4'11" grandmotherly glory smiled at me and exclaimed, "Oh thank you mi amor! They are so nice!" And gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek. Couldn't think of anyone more deserving to go on a good trip. Especially after I teased the head alterations guy, Danny, that he should take the ladies to Hawaii.
-Ooh. Found a toasty wool coat with a fur collar to use as a blanket - now to find a desk to sleep under.
-Post-rant declaration: Henceforth, the organization I work for will now be called "Label E" as I realize way too much was divulged in the last post. Any idiot might string some things together, and I'd prefer not to be outed yet. Good thing its part of my job to monitor any interw3b hits about Label E (see how handy it is already?).
-My regular work PC has herpes. Frick. Stupid intern computer and stupid lack of technology and napping spaces. Shit, I'm fucking cranky this morning.
-Am infinitely glad I skipped on last night's holiday party for many reasons. One being that after dress reho, I made the most excellent hamburger and french fries with a side of garlic broccolini. Mmmmmm. Iron. Protein. Rawr.
-Am infinitely gladder that at the holiday party last night, one of the elderly seamstresses from the boutique won the mucho grande prize of two business class round trip plane tickets to anywhere in the world! (We'll call her Ernesta). Her english isn't so good, so one of our fluent folks had to tell her what she won :-) Ernesta was a sweet sweet old lady - even during the socialite madness when we had to exponentially increase their workload due to high demand. Imagine my suprise when I found out the alterations team was little more than 5-6 little old ladies. Ernesta was actually one of the backup ladies we had to pull away from her sewing machine to fit these chi chi women, she was always gracious and kind and smiling with the tanned and nutritionally malnourished hides that paraded through those dressing rooms. On the last day of fittings and the day of the event, I brought the alterations ladies some flowers - Ernesta in her lovely 4'11" grandmotherly glory smiled at me and exclaimed, "Oh thank you mi amor! They are so nice!" And gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek. Couldn't think of anyone more deserving to go on a good trip. Especially after I teased the head alterations guy, Danny, that he should take the ladies to Hawaii.
-Ooh. Found a toasty wool coat with a fur collar to use as a blanket - now to find a desk to sleep under.