So Friday night I went out with my bff's mindy, kyle, and 'the' chase for drinks and some fabulous dancing... which ended up being an excellent night full of a little too much drinking and not quite enough dancing. Anyway, when me and j got back to my house that night it ended up being around 4 am... yikes i had to wake up the next morning by at least 8 to make it to work at 9. So saturdays are the one and only day that I CAN NOT be even one minute late to work, bc i have the office key and am in charge of running the office for the day, of course... my alarm sounds off at 7:40, 7:50, and 8:00 am Saturday morning, what do I do in my drunken haze? Turn it off, like i have nothing better to do than sleep the day away cuddling with my boy toy. When suddenly at 8:53 am I pop up from a deep sleep glance at my phone and realize i have to be to work in exactly 7 minutes. I couldn't do this even if i was fully dressed and ready to go. I jump up, scaring J and run around my room frantically throwing together an outfit, i didn't even bother to glance in the mirror while brushing my teeth and run out the door. J is tagging along still in a sleepy daze trying to figure out what the hell kind of whirlwind his girlfriend has become. As we are driving to work (he was borrowing my car for the day bc his was at home and i didn't have time to drop him off as planned before) he glances over to me and says, I can't believe you got ready that fast, why aren't you always that fast? If i would have know you could run around and throw clothes on and make up on that quickly I would have never put up with your hour to hour and 1/2 that it normally takes. I am not in the same jubuliant jokey mood as J and only give him and icy stare and say... it wasn't by choice, I don't even have a smear of makeup on and my hair hasn't seen a brush for over a day now... i am ABSOLUTELY not ready! J seeing that I am not myself just chuckles to himself and says I look gorgeous no matter what, (what a suck up) but a cute one that's for sure. Anyway by 9:10 I am pulling up to the office and frantically extracting my key from my key ring... running to the door unlocking it, and jumping behind the desk to take the phone off of call forward. Just as I do my boss calls, very unhappy that I am soo late, and has a list of things to finish a mile long. What a great wake up call... i know, on top of all this my voice has become incredibly hoarse from my out of control thursday and friday nights so I sound like death everytime I answer the phone. Eventually, I get tired of explaining no I am not dying, just a lil hoarse from too much night life, I decide to run back to the kitchen and make myself a hot cup of green tea. As I return back to the desk, my brain momentarily forgets to function, and I take the biggest swig of the INCREDIBLY HOT tea and burn the roof of my mouth and spit the tea back into the cup... great not only do i have a burnt mouth I also have a huge cup of backwash tea...yummy. Anyway the day eventually gets a little better, my brain starts working again from its alcohol induced coma and i actually regain my boss' affection back by finishing my tasks in a very timely and accurate manner... so once again despite the messes i allow myself to fall into... i always manage to come out ok... except for the whole burnt mouth thing, which really REALLY hurts today... anyway more later!
xoxo
*kati
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