Mack your broad
I too, would love to blog about work. Like, for example, I would love to talk about the truly unbelievable thing that happened yesterday, or the shocking something that happened today. Or the annoying thing that is happening right now. But I won’t. Because its wrong and bad.
I drank coffee today. With cream. And the barista who made it said, “before I hand this to you, I want you to promise me that you will take a sip and give me your honest opinion on it”
“I’m not promising anything! Give me my coffee!” I said. And I took it and ran as fast as I could.
Not really, I tasted it and it was good and I said it was good and that was that. He must have been new or something.
Hmm, what else.
I am constantly applying this lavender lotion that I bought because it reminds me of when I was in kindergarten and just before naptime we would wash our hands in a bowl of lavender water and then lay down and listen as our teacher played the harp and sang to us. The scent is really soothing to me and reminds me of sleepy bliss.
So, after I typed that, I wanted more lotion, right? So I pump the lotion bottle and squirt the lotion all over my phone. Shit. I had to frantically wipe all the lotion off the buttons before anybody walked by. Now my hands are greasy and my phone smells like kindergarten.
I am off to class where I will bask in the British loveliness that is my Prof’s accent and not really listen as she drones on and on about commodities. I will be perfecting the cool and slightly bitchy look on my face to show to the creepy guy that keeps staring at me in class.
Seriously. He’s creepy. He has a shaved head, which can be hot, but it ain’t working for him. The other day during break he was on the phone in the hallway as I walked by and he was staring at my skirt and mid-sentence he said “skirt” instead of whatever he had planned to say and then got all embarrassed and started walking quickly in the other direction.