Yknow, it really sucks having to go from this:
to this:
in one day.
California trip has come and gone and now Im back here trying to dig myself not only out of the cold and misery that is the Great Midwest but also the piles upon piles of work that just keep growing on my desk at work.
It doesnt help that I have ZERO desktime lately. When am I supposed to get it all done when my schedule looks exactly like this:
8:00-9:00 | Phone calls and e-mails
9:00-11:00 | Development Kick-off meeting
11:00-12:00 | Vendor A Meeting
12:00-1:00 | Working Lunch with Vendor B
1:00-2:00 | Vendor C Meeting
2:00-3:00 | Vendor D Meeting
3:00-4:00 | Vendor E Meeting
4:00-5:00 | Vendor F Meeting
5:00-6:00 | Vendor G Meeting
6:30-9:30 | Dinner with Asia Team
That is truly my schedule for tomorrow. Im not even sure when Im going to get to pee.
Dont get me wrong, I love, love, LOVE my job. Look at all the beautiful places I get to go and all the amazing things I get to see. Im thankful each and every day that I have an unbelievable and stimulating job. But sometimes I do get very, very overwhelmed. And I am prepared to work all weekend to catch up.
Im done complaining about work now. For a while.
Guess what?
I finally heard what happened to Aaron. Remember him? He’s the blind date guy who I thought I really liked and wanted to see again. I was feeling kind of sick on our second date and thought that I should have maybe opted out…
Apparently, he got deathly ill!
Of course, I had to hear it from a third party. Lovely Leah called tonight (from Dallas) to tell me that she heard it from Bob (in NY). The guy can’t call me from four blocks away to tell me that he’s sick! Damn. He must be really pissed at me.
Had mucho fun with my diva-licious hottie girlfriend over the weekend. Anna is a sweet, precious thing, wrapped in a deliciously devilish package. I hadnt seen her in a long, long time, and the weekend was such a breath of fresh, sun-kissed air, filled with shopping and cocktails and girl talk. I so needed it.
We managed to scam our way into not one, but two Super Bowl parties on Sunday. The first one was this odd little gathering at some Von Dutch big wigs house. Ive never seen so many flying eyeballs and trucker hats in all my life. It was dizzying. Approaching nauseating. And of course, I met someone very intriguing right around the time we had to leave. For some reason, Anna picked the beginning of halftime as the moment to leave and drive to the next soiree. We completely missed the boob shot heard round the world.
So when Best Bud and I started sending picture phone messages to each other during the last half of the game, she told me that the guys wanted to see tits I honestly had no idea what she was talking about. We replied with this:
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