Diva
04-10-02, 07:16PM
Plumber? Tomorrow? My Apartment? Oh, Okay. *Cram clothes in drawers*
I spend my day answering the phone, among other things. About 8,000 calls a month. So the last thing I want to deal with is the phone. I love my answering machine. Of course it would help if I actually listened to the messages every once in a blue moon. So as I'm dragging my tired ass to bed I glance over and see that damn light blinking. It's my manager. The plumbers coming to check the pipes. I look around me. Shit! I spend the next hour cleaning my apartment. You never know how nosy someone can be. Shit. I hope I hid the porn.
I roll over in the morning. Great dream. Toasty bed. THIRTY MINUTES TO GET TO WORK!!!!! SHIT! DAMN! FUCK! SHIT! I hauled ass and was only 8 minutes late. Of course I don't even want to know what I look like. I've been avoiding mirrors like the undead. Which is basically what I must look like. My friend laughed and held out a cross. I'm Jewish, remember. I sit down and turn towards her to see a VERY crude drawing of a Jewish star. Funny. Very fucking funny. Everybody's a fucking comedian. She holds up another sign: "Get Coffee". A tree died for that, ya know. *New email message blurb* Don't make me block you.*Delete unread message* I call my manager to confirm that they'll be there and mentioned my dishwasher was broken. No biggie, It's been broken for over a year. He asked me how I've been washing my dishes. Dishes? frozen food comes in disposable containers, silly. My friend peeks out from her cubicle and shakes her head. She holds up a sign, "Single For Life". I show her how pretty my nailpolish is on my middle finger.*Reminder to myself... Take all of her paper and pens tomorrow before she gets to work*
I spend my day answering the phone, among other things. About 8,000 calls a month. So the last thing I want to deal with is the phone. I love my answering machine. Of course it would help if I actually listened to the messages every once in a blue moon. So as I'm dragging my tired ass to bed I glance over and see that damn light blinking. It's my manager. The plumbers coming to check the pipes. I look around me. Shit! I spend the next hour cleaning my apartment. You never know how nosy someone can be. Shit. I hope I hid the porn.
I roll over in the morning. Great dream. Toasty bed. THIRTY MINUTES TO GET TO WORK!!!!! SHIT! DAMN! FUCK! SHIT! I hauled ass and was only 8 minutes late. Of course I don't even want to know what I look like. I've been avoiding mirrors like the undead. Which is basically what I must look like. My friend laughed and held out a cross. I'm Jewish, remember. I sit down and turn towards her to see a VERY crude drawing of a Jewish star. Funny. Very fucking funny. Everybody's a fucking comedian. She holds up another sign: "Get Coffee". A tree died for that, ya know. *New email message blurb* Don't make me block you.*Delete unread message* I call my manager to confirm that they'll be there and mentioned my dishwasher was broken. No biggie, It's been broken for over a year. He asked me how I've been washing my dishes. Dishes? frozen food comes in disposable containers, silly. My friend peeks out from her cubicle and shakes her head. She holds up a sign, "Single For Life". I show her how pretty my nailpolish is on my middle finger.*Reminder to myself... Take all of her paper and pens tomorrow before she gets to work*