Much hubub and preparation as the twin storms move toward Florida. Waiting to see what happens, could be nothing, could be a trip south to help set up a Catastrophe office. Don't know, but I need to be able leave on a 24 hour notice , just in case.
I'm not sure how I feel about that, but at least it won't be dull.
Today is the office 'Ice Cream Social'. What's next- a Sadie Hawkins dance? Spirit Day? A pep rally? I swear, the workplace is worse than a thousand High Schools. I oughta know, since that's how many I attended.
I remember when an office party meant getting boozed up and Xeroxing body parts. That's the only picture of Alicia that I kept, since it doesn't have her damned lying eyes in it.
What exactly is an ice cream social anyway? I'd rather not talk to strangers while I eat ice cream. I bet I hear a bunch of lame diet jokes.
I wonder if my on-again/off-again One will be there? Skip the damn ice cream and go straight to the chocolate syrup! I thought that was over, but she called last night. Maybe this weekend, eh? Unless I get shipped out. A constant state of flux. Stay calm. Can't do it. I'm having some very wicked thoughts right now. Shame on me!
4 comments:
that was too funny. i work with mormons so we have a christmas party, then we have the REAL christmas party ;)
i doubt i would attend an ice cream social though. i wish you would take pictures.
Pictures? Those are called evidence!
Allan, why do I enjoy laughing at you so much. I must be a bad person or something. Or I can identify with you...
I'll go with the bad person theory.
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