it just amused me to realise that i'm having one of the most miserable weeks of my life and my diary looks as if i'm about to party like its 1999.
4:22 p.m. - November 26, 2002
a few weeks ago the new big boss decided he should meet with everyone in the company to ask them such questions as "whose opinion matters around here" and "what would you do if you were ED" and "what can i do for you". most people went to these meetings alone, i got sent in with the liz. most people's sessions lasted an hour, ours was over in 20 minutes. at the time i didn't think anything of it but i've just been talking to the pretty ballerina and now i'm thinking all sorts of things. she went into the meeting and told the big guy that we need a big shake up, that there are too many staff doing too little work, that we get too much vacation time etc etc. we went into the meeting and hesitated every time the guy asked a question because we didn't want to talk over each other and when we did talk we didn't say too much because we were worried it might look like we were hogging the discussion. i can't help wondering if he left the session with the impression that i'm stupid or naive or just really don't give a shit about the job (or all three). i also can't help wondering if he's right.
2:28 p.m. - November 26, 2002
so after spending most of friday in bed, feeling seriously sorry for myself, i once again swore off the drink forever. unfortunately, this commitment to sobriety lasted less than 24 hours since the next evening we went round to Ali and G's for dinner where i drank cocktails and red wine. i must have learned some sort of lesson though since i drank gallons less than everyone else which is not at all my usual habit.
its almost the end of november so 'obviously' this means its time for christmas parties at work (when you consider that the christmas decorations have been up in the stores for over a month this doesn't sound quite so crazy!) i haven't quite yet decided if i am going to the 'dinner' organized by my company (i have some trust issues with myself in that i can't guarantee that i won't get drunk and start dirty dancing with the guy in personnel!) but i am going to the coolest guys party next weekend. i am a little bit nervous. i've heard things about these parties. i've heard that someone wore a really short skirt and you could see her fat legs and panties when she bent over and i've heard that someone else bent over and you could see their big white granny knickers through their skirt. basically, i'm paranoid about my panties. what if i have VPL. will the stories of this heinous crime circulate the social gatherings for years to come? will the coolest guy miss out on promotions because my panties were a little too snug? it did occur to me that i could avoid this whole issue by not wearing any panties at all but then that plan could quite easily backfire with even more dire consequences!
12:03 p.m. - November 26, 2002
Recent entries:
I did good
Me
Nights suck
-
Tea and hamsters
My profile
Archives
Notes
Diaryland
Random
RSS
others:
satchmo3
hangover
merrywitch
iooi
ubermeister
sillybitch
n-poledancer
renita
bevanandjen
echoman
elsbro
wanderboot
meli-melo
trulypoetic
melindabean
where-ocar
explodingboy
groovy-decay
pablo
mittensgirl
robspaceman
ebombmom