what i did today
by whosyourlibra
woke up with him on my mind and unfortunately not in my bed. these next 11 days had better go fast.
had a god awful breakfast. proceeded to get nauseous. choked down my pills for the day. probably should not have done that with grapefruit juice.
did the morning thing. showered, etc.
rolled into work with dad at around 8:55 AM. haul ass into my office. have intense desire to hide out under a rock doing tequila shots until the workday is over. seriously consider doing so.
find out that i'm NOT playing on the sales department's softball team.
they are so screwed. and now i'm not going to get any field time since the service and parts guys are all macho and so not girl-firendly. have five days to have the boss change his mind.
work work work some more. have some guy come in and pay a $1000 service bill in all $20s.
wonder what he does for a living. get hit on by some smarmy guy who was picking up auto parts. eww. 
cash out. talk to aforementioned boy through an im while cashing out. dirty iming ensues.
boss and dad walk into my office. i blush.
go home
yay.
ubercraving for a tomato sammich hits me like a cinderblock. or like a Jersey City sidewalk. find out we have no tomatoes. mumble expletives.
go on a tomato hunt.
no dice. son of a bitch!
exchange more dirty ims with boy. i like boy alot.
dad comes home early. thought he was at band practice. tells me he's purchased a wine refrigerator (what the...?) and needs help moving it. oh, lord.
move said fridge with success.
tomorrow's installment:
whosyourlibra goes to the batting cages.
by whosyourlibra
woke up with him on my mind and unfortunately not in my bed. these next 11 days had better go fast.
had a god awful breakfast. proceeded to get nauseous. choked down my pills for the day. probably should not have done that with grapefruit juice.
did the morning thing. showered, etc.
rolled into work with dad at around 8:55 AM. haul ass into my office. have intense desire to hide out under a rock doing tequila shots until the workday is over. seriously consider doing so.
find out that i'm NOT playing on the sales department's softball team.
they are so screwed. and now i'm not going to get any field time since the service and parts guys are all macho and so not girl-firendly. have five days to have the boss change his mind.
work work work some more. have some guy come in and pay a $1000 service bill in all $20s.
wonder what he does for a living. get hit on by some smarmy guy who was picking up auto parts. eww.
cash out. talk to aforementioned boy through an im while cashing out. dirty iming ensues.
boss and dad walk into my office. i blush.
go home
yay.
ubercraving for a tomato sammich hits me like a cinderblock. or like a Jersey City sidewalk. find out we have no tomatoes. mumble expletives.
go on a tomato hunt.
no dice. son of a bitch!
exchange more dirty ims with boy. i like boy alot.
dad comes home early. thought he was at band practice. tells me he's purchased a wine refrigerator (what the...?) and needs help moving it. oh, lord.
move said fridge with success.
tomorrow's installment:
whosyourlibra goes to the batting cages.
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