Tuesday, November 28, 2006

So what you're really saying is that you don't want us there at all

Owing to something of a personal crisis, I was not at my best yesterday. Slapped on some Chapstick, made sure my sweater didn't smell too bad, and twisted my hair up in a ponytail.

However, I thought I'd successfully pulled myself together for an all-day meeting and eliminated most signs of my distress.

Until this morning when a co-worker offered me his Dayquil, saying it always cleared his colds right up.

Ah, sweet humiliation. You come in SO MANY different flavors.


At 5:05 PM, Blogger oregano, yo said...

Ah yes. Yesterday a female co-worker told me that I looked tired. Ya think? Bitch.


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