After I wrote that last entry all hell broke loose. I drank some more of that pepperminty coffee, and…
BLAMMO!
I immediately ran to the bathroom and had a small attack that rendered me somewhat immobile. I went back to my bed and got the bed spins. Got back up just in time to get back to the loo. I ended up curled into the fetal position on the bathroom floor moaning. Yuck schmuck. The poor cat thought I was dying and he was trying to revive me! I thought I was dying too!
I was really surprised that I was that sick (talk about your hangover symptoms!!). And I was mad at myself too. I thought for a moment that I was going to have to call in sick. But no way. I have never missed a day of work due to alcohol abuse, and I’ll be damned if I start now.
So I peeled myself off the floor and crawled through my morning routine,stomach rumbling and room spinning the whole time.
Got to work about 15 minutes late and nobody even noticed. Groggily got through the morning. Actually got some things done, too! I had travel expense reports piling up like nobody’s business. So I whipped through those as best I could. Then I worked on some other reports. Did my e-mails. Did stuff that didn’t require a lot of movement on my part. One of my product managers canceled a meeting and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, at around noon, the phone rang. Guy’s voice. Identified himself as Larry, and I had no idea who the hell he was. He tried to make me guess at first, but I think he realized that I was starting to get embarrassed about not knowing. Yep. That’s right. It was the orthodontist guy I met last night! The one I couldn’t remember for sure if I’d given him my number or not.
Turns out, I gave him all of my numbers…work, home and mobile! Not only that….he knew practically everything about me!! Apparently, we talked a lot longer than I’d imagined. Apparently, I’d rambled on and on (remember, I’m lonely). Apparently, I was quite amusing.
Then he asked me if I even remembered what he looked like! I was horrified! I do remember that he’s handsome and has dark hair. But that’s about all. He asked me if I remembered what he does for a living. Yes, of course. But I’d forgotten about telling him to call me on his drive home to Cincinnati for Thanksgiving. So that’s what he was doing! I’d also forgotten that he had offered me a ride home last night. Geez. Thank goodness I only live a block from the bar! Thank goodness I didn’t invite him over! Thank goodness I was too drunk to be feeling even the slightest bit amorous!
(I think…I hope!)
So I apologized for not remembering practically anything about our encounter last night and tried to explain that I was just letting off some steam, and he told me that he completely understood and was really, really nice about the whole thing.
Told me he’d call me again at some point over the weekend. Nice guy. Very nice guy!
So I ran errands during my lunch break (yes, I took one today!). Grabbed a hamburger and fries (grease is my salvation), went to the bank, and found the friendly neighborhood Super Target. It’s starting to feel like home around here. Really. I’m still a little bluesy because I don’t know anyone here, but I think that I might actually learn to like this place. Or at least tolerate it!
Now I have the afternoon tummy rumblies and I feel like I’m fading fast. I’m supposed to work out with the trainer tonight at 7. I hope I make it. I think he’s going to want to push me tonight and I’m going to have to be a wuss.
I’m going to try to pull some work together here and take it all home in a big portfolio so that I don’t have to stay here late in the office. Plus, I can’t get into the building after hours anyway! So anything I want to work on over the weekend has to be taken home. It will be nice to spread it all out onto the living room floor and put the whole presentation together. Oh. Did I tell you? I have to do this huge presentation at the annual sales meeting in Miami the week after next. Scarrrryyy!
So I guess I better get going. Need to pull this shit together, then go to the market to buy myself a big, fat hen for tomorrow, then hopefully get a catnap in, then to the gym, then back home to die.
Not bad for one gruesomely hungover chick, eh?
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