It was a long day today. I worked on a project where the information that I was putting together was going to go up to the mucky mucks and frankly it was a series of voicemail messages and waiting. But, eventually it got done and I got a nice message from the boss's boss's boss (woo!) So that was nice. (OMG people who appreciate your work!)
I almost forwarded Mark an email today. But, it was too mean. AND I don't know how much they monitor our email, etc. and frankly I don't care if they know exactly what nicknames Mark and I call each other or if they know exactly what we're having for dinner...but I didn't want them to see it and think I'm mean. Because, I'm totally not. ::cough::
This woman sent out an email to our whole Department (read: a frillion people - every last one of us!) and basically it was a "hey, I'm leaving, but it was nice working for you" And she added a photo of herself and a note that said, "I thought you might want to put a face with the voice/name" BUT OMG! I don't want to put that face anywhere! Except away from me. Pronto! No, seriously. She had a mustache. And eyebrows that looked like mustaches. And...yeah. It was sad. Yet, kind of funny. And definitely frightening.
But, alas, I deleted the email before I could forward it on. Because I am sort of nice. Okay, not really. Shuddup.
I had several mean thoughts last night too. But I blame the alcohol. Devann and I headed to happy hour last night after work - and before book club. We went to a bar that I had been to once and she hadn't been to. It was FABULOUS. Can you say $1.50 well drinks? Seriously! And the bartender, she was completely adorable and funny. So that was refreshing. It's a really small place and everyone seemed to know each other - or came in groups...so it was very laid back and fun.
Tonight, I'm working on FOUR loads of laundry. WTF? I swear I haven't been totally lazy this week, but the laundry, it is sneaking up on me. I have to get it done in the next hour though because it's softball night. The last game of the league. AND Mark is pitching, so I can't miss it. I love me some softball boy.
AND in that hour, I have to check all your blogs and see what you crazy chicas are up to. I'm guessing it's probably no good, as usual. HEART!
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11 comments:
Good luck to Mark and his softball team. I meant to ask you, Aimee - do they play with a standard softball in California? Chicago's co-ed leagues have 16-inch softball. I think it makes us kinda freaky, but it's fun!
Have a good one!
Ooh, yikes. That's a tough one. I would have wanted to forward that sucker too, but yeah, I would worry that people would think I'm mean. Blogging about it is a completely different story though. We seem to have no shame here!
I love you and your meanness!! I love that you had to delete the 'stache picture so you wouldn't be tempted to forward it. God we are so alike sometimes it scares me.
Am I a jerk because I was a little disappointed you didn't post a picture of mustache girl?
Damn, I have, what I think, bushy eyebrows, now I will have to make sure they don't equal my gaot-tee for fear of being made fun of!
And you said you had to check out what all the crazy chicas were up to... am I the only male blogger you are linked to? (i am too lazy to check out all of your blogroll, so I tookt he easy way out.)
What do you call each other? I can't believe you left that out.
Meh - I'm totally using the HP7 release as an excuse for blog hiatis, because this week I'm even later than usual. I actually finished it on Tuesday. But no one really needs to know, right???
All I saw was $1.50 well drinks. When I get back from LA, you, me and Bree (heh, I'm all poety and shit) are so.there.
There was this lady I used to work with who had a mustache. And she was pretty much short and plump too. She also would whip out her little pocket mirror and re-apply her bright pink lipstick about 7,000 times a night.
One time someone told me she whipped out her mirror and a little comb, and actually combed her mustache.
I didn't believe them, but the idea is pretty much hilarious.
Anyway, I'm wondering if this is the same woman, since she moved away a few years ago!
You are a crazy woman--and I thought I was busy!
Let's face it, being mean and catty is what we do best. To bad you can't put that on a resume.
I cannot believe ugly lady sent a photo to the entire department. Like, "Yes, me, the one who you nod at when you get your second cup of coffee?"
I think goodbye emails copied to EVERYONE are obnoxious. Just say it personally to the people who count. Come on now.
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