So yesterday I had one of those cry-on-your-drive-home days.
Today started like this: CB =boss (#1 out of three basically)
Me: So these are one of my new pairs of shoes… I’m not totally sure that I like them
CB: They loook like you’re from biblical times
Me: Well maybe I am
CB: Anti-Christ, is that you?
It was then that I knew today was going to be a good day. The day then continued like this… I decided to cut a pair of sunglasses out of a magazine (Nylon if you were wondering/wanted to make your own pair) and then put a piece of tape (folded as to not strip me of the little hair I have) all the way around so it would sit on my head nicely.
I learned two things:
- I’m very good at estimating the size of my head.
- The Carerra glasses don’t look too good on me.
While in full laughter my boss then proceeds to gchats me… conversation like this:
CB: What are you wearing?
CB: I’m watching you
me: I’m maked
nothing but whipped cream
and a cherry
but you have to fnd it
And yes… maked… it’s the new naked (kinda like having a job is the new black… just sayin’).
It’s days like this that I have to remember that I have a pretty sweet job. Oh… and I’d totally quit if it wasn’t for the crazy b*atch that sits behind me (well that and the fact that I’d be broke and jobless since this economy blows– seriously eco– get it together).
Oh, and for your smiles: