Last Saturday I had an interview. It was early. I was tired. And out of it. I have no idea if I did well or not. I do know that the sweat from my armpits made my pink silk shirt completely wet and noticeable for miles. I'm not normally a sweaty person but it must have been nerves. Or it might have been that hormonal female feeling in which your body shouts: "Today will be a bad day. And you're stupid, fat, and pathetic."
Coupled with that fat and stupid feeling comes the necessity to eat a cupcake, which I did right after the interview. I went to a place I saw from the train that I was excited to try but alas. The look of their establishment was much nicer than the actual product. For shame. Cupcakes need to have taste. We already know that cream cheese frosting tastes like cream cheese and sugar, so why is that the only flavor available to the entire cupcake? My cupcakes kicks your cupcakes asses.
Right now I am a Pam with no Jim. It's not that I wish for the romance, more so just the company and laughter. I have overheard a customer-facing co-worker fart a few feet away from me. She is a rather miserable excuse of a human being. If I don't hear her farting then she is coughing up phlegm or belching or talking to herself about how everyone hates her. This same woman told me that I was unprofessional the other day.
The FedEx guy was just here. He doesn't like lifting boxes but I was told to ask him if he would take extra today. He grumbled and huffed and puffed then he left without a word. I had to run to the other side for a minute and when I got back someone let him back in. There were some papers on the floor so I threw them away. I figured he missed the garbage can in his huffy puffiness. Before leaving he asked if I had the tracking number list but I had no idea what he was talking about. He said he left it on my desk, but there was nothing. I realized he meant the papers that were on the floor but by that time the garbage man dumped them. The FedEx guy nearly blew my house down but looked through the garbage with me. He found it, threw it at me, and left.
Last night I drank an amazing Sauvignon Blanc from Kim Gordon. I highly recommend it. I've been thinking about it all day. That and the Blue Moon I drank Sunday. And the Primitivo I drank Saturday. Tonight might be a whisky on the rocks.