My boss made me a smoothie today, I think it was a peace offering. You see, I mispelled one of our clients addresses this morning in an email to the client. He yelled at me about it. I felt bad. However, I should have just fucking proofread the thing. So, really, the smoothie was a guilt smoothie. As I was drinking it, I was thinking to myself, "I'm the one who fucked up! I should be the one offering the smoothie". But, my husband got the blender in the divorce, and even if he hadn't, I can't really bring a blender and smoothie ingredients in to the office. I'm hoping that from now on, the memory of that delicious smoothie will inspire me to proofread better.
In other news, my current guy gave me a gift yesterday. It was a box of Trojan brand condoms. I take this as a sign that he now only thinks of me as a piece of ass. Little does he know, that is what I think of him too. He is very good looking though. And he never has morning breath. Now, how is that even possible?
Still though, I was hoping that the first gift would be something more conventional, like perfume, jewelry, or chocolate.
VA
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