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I get high, high, high, high. (Everyday)
Oct. 4th, 2002 03:13 pmWhy do I torture myself by eating fast food? It tastes so good, but I always feel bad afterwards. Not bad in that self-loathing sort of way ("Poor me! I hate myself for eating greasy fatty worker-oppressing food that I chose!") but more in the "Owwwwwww, my tum-tum hurts!" Except I don't usually say tum-tum. Usually I say stomach.
At least the person who served me my value meal was fabulous. He was wearing the neckscarf that female employees sport, and it looked great. I wanted to somehow convey my adoration for his femme stylings without seeming condescending or predatory or annoying. I couldn't come up with anything. So I just put a bit more enthusiasm in my "thank you" and "you too".
Today I cleaned my desk. And you can tell. Seeing as it's my last day as the sole attorney's assistant (and what a fcking day it is/was with multiple flight booking and numerous miscommunications), I thought I should try to make a good impression for the new guy as well give myself a clean fresh start. There's still a significant pile in my inbox, but let's not dwell on that, shall we?
This week I've had three conversations involving the holidays and holiday planning. I'm never this on top of things, and now I'm remembering why -- it's fcking depressing. I love the holidays so much, which simultaneously makes me want to see my family but also avoid them all costs because they'll just ruin my happy revelry.
No time to talk extensively about such matters. Back to the United ticket counter! Quickly! While it's still sunny!
At least the person who served me my value meal was fabulous. He was wearing the neckscarf that female employees sport, and it looked great. I wanted to somehow convey my adoration for his femme stylings without seeming condescending or predatory or annoying. I couldn't come up with anything. So I just put a bit more enthusiasm in my "thank you" and "you too".
Today I cleaned my desk. And you can tell. Seeing as it's my last day as the sole attorney's assistant (and what a fcking day it is/was with multiple flight booking and numerous miscommunications), I thought I should try to make a good impression for the new guy as well give myself a clean fresh start. There's still a significant pile in my inbox, but let's not dwell on that, shall we?
This week I've had three conversations involving the holidays and holiday planning. I'm never this on top of things, and now I'm remembering why -- it's fcking depressing. I love the holidays so much, which simultaneously makes me want to see my family but also avoid them all costs because they'll just ruin my happy revelry.
No time to talk extensively about such matters. Back to the United ticket counter! Quickly! While it's still sunny!
