Dear Jessica Simpson,
Rigor who? Exactly. How do you survive?!
Try not to hurt yourself,
H
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Have just come from Monday morning meeting where v. nearly threw a rather large temper tantrum. After pursuing a v. large project (sixty-something [wo]man hours per week for nearly a month), found that Monkey Firm has lost the job based on ridiculously high fees. Would shrug and say, "Oh well. Next time." But this was the next time. Actually, the third time that have worked my proverbial ass off for them to blow it like this.
Blah blah blah work talk blah blah blah. My apologies... but am so v. frustrated.
Only relief from horrid, never-ending meeting is fourth-grade note passing that occurs between yours truly and Equally Bored Co-Worker.
EBCW: I have to say, you look very mysterious today.
H: Mysterious?
EBCW: Kinda Alfred Hitchcock-ish -- the black dress, the hair tied back with a scarf.
H: Awesome! I just hope no one is out to kill me. That's usually how those things work out.
Now where is that theme music?
A gal could really use theme music during the day... to take cues from. A big dum-dum-dum before Highest of Higher Ups comes 'round the corner would be a great warning sign. Or, some violins when a tender, lovin' moment is coming up. Would certainly be more interesting at work if had theme music. And some Swedish fish.
Posted by This Fish at September 22, 2003 09:35 AMMmmmm....swedish fish. I'm particularly fond of the all-red bags.
Posted by: Anne at September 22, 2003 11:53 AMSome say Hitchcock is for The Birds. But then I was born in September, so I guess that makes me a Vertigo. At least the Post Man knocks more than once. OK, I'll stop.
Posted by: Texas T-bone at September 22, 2003 12:17 PMRe music: Sarah B. (http://queserasera.blogspot.com) once said that AC/DC's "Back in Black" ought to play every time she walked into a room. You mean like that?
Posted by: Lex at September 22, 2003 04:54 PM