Am not sure how hours flew by, but at noon, had to stop and take a breath.
Nice Office Lady: H, stop right there.
H: What?
NOL: You’re wearing out the carpet in here. Go sit down.
H: Ha! I wish!
NOL: There’s no grass growing under your feet, is there?!
H: No time for grass!! No time!!
Made mad dash back to office where phone was rinigng and several “Please fulfill my every need” emails were waiting. So far, new job title hasn’t brought new money… just new craziness.
SHOW
Me
the
Money.
Please?
Spent yesterday evening in company of wonderful friends at celebratory steak dinner, complete with lovely strawberry margaritas. Turned in relatively early, though, but not until after having snuggle time with sporadically un-Reluctant Kitten. Seems as though batter-recharging moments are not quite making up for battery draining work sessions.
Ah well. The price one pays for being important Circus Clown.
i’m guessing you can find time (and promotion-earned money!) for another kind of grass!
have a beautiful weekend, fish!
Hey, fish! Congrats on becoming new office circus clown! Strawberry margaritas well deserved!
“I have no time for shenanigans. No time!”
That’s life under the Big Top, Fish! (cue circus clown music).
Hope the new money shows up and at some point allows you to get those wheels you mentioned wanting a while back.
Damn. I remember this one time I had a job and everyone was real mad on account of me being so good lookin’.
a promotion calls for some m&m goodness, no? congrats!
Hmmm, maybe they’ll give you a company clown car?
Jonathan Lamb, that sounds like a line from the string-tie man in Red Meat.