Pandora's Beach
Witizens:
It's the start of a new week, and already it's off to a brilliant start. My bestest gal pal Will Work for Shoes is enjoying her vacation/honeymoon starting today!! I'm so excited for the love birds; and they are the swankiest married couple of 2006 (the honeymoon spot and the wedding gift from me put them over the top!). I would give details, but it's her business to tell you her business, savvy? As for Rogue Scholar, I do hope she called out sick today (and if she's reading this at her desk, then BAIL NOW, Rogue!!!!). I have the day off, and I'm kicking it off with Mimosas and my best friend Mary Jane; we're so friggin' inseparable. Please excuse any tangents or whimsical nonsense on my behalf.
I have a thousand topics running through my mind, but one in particular is standing out... "Revolt". Maybe it's just ingrained in me to rebel and rage against the machine on Mondays, but I so wish for carefree Mondays for all my peeps. Hell, I wish for carefree everyday, but I am spoiled like that. Just the other day, my coworker asked me, "What else do we have to do?", as we were running errands outside the office. My HONEST reply was, "Ummm, we need to go to the beach, NOW!... Or City Place... Don't ask me that!!!" After he shot me a "bitch, please" look, I broke it down that I have always been the "Ferris Bueller" of my crew. "Hey, Don't want to go to school... Dump it.... Work either? Dump it!" In the end, don't we all do what we want to do anyway? Even in going to work, you simply don't want to get fired; however,when you can't go to work, there is no question. You're not fucking showing up! You don't even consider the consequences!!! There are days in which I know that even if I show up in the office, I'm not going to be there. I fucking dump those days.
In the end, my coworker ended up taking me to the beach, City Place (an outdoor mall in downtown), and another mall. He offered lunch also, but I declined. He probably could sense my recent woes, or maybe he realized as I do everyday of my life: live it up. We could easily pretend to work, or we could have fun. I choose the latter. Who's coming with me?
In the end,
nOT~sO~cOSMO
Tuesday
Witizens:
Instead of my usual work attire of dresses or skirt/blouse, I showed up to the office today in a "FRANCE" futbol jersey, jeans, and flip flops... I'm having an "Office Space"/"Fight Club" breakdown and there is no end in sight. Without an attempt on my part, my coworker just took me to the beach and mall again. Later, we watched "Kill Bill: Vol. I" in the office, with him sprawled across the couch. I'm afraid I'm creating a monster, and that I've become one myself. Maybe I've been one all along... Perhaps we both are. A Palm Beach Princess Monster!!!! Ugh!
In my coworker's defense, we do manage to accomplish "some work", which is just pricing a few items needed in the office, but how in the hell could I explain the BEACH?! When did I become that spoiled little bitch again that skipped so many days of school that she was known as "Ferris"? Or the one that was never on college campus so much that a certain alliterative friend never saw me ONCE in a four year span... Perhaps, it never went away at all, but I would like to think I've outgrown some crazy antics. I'll ponder this all at the beach tomorrow. I mean work!
N~S~C
It's the start of a new week, and already it's off to a brilliant start. My bestest gal pal Will Work for Shoes is enjoying her vacation/honeymoon starting today!! I'm so excited for the love birds; and they are the swankiest married couple of 2006 (the honeymoon spot and the wedding gift from me put them over the top!). I would give details, but it's her business to tell you her business, savvy? As for Rogue Scholar, I do hope she called out sick today (and if she's reading this at her desk, then BAIL NOW, Rogue!!!!). I have the day off, and I'm kicking it off with Mimosas and my best friend Mary Jane; we're so friggin' inseparable. Please excuse any tangents or whimsical nonsense on my behalf.
I have a thousand topics running through my mind, but one in particular is standing out... "Revolt". Maybe it's just ingrained in me to rebel and rage against the machine on Mondays, but I so wish for carefree Mondays for all my peeps. Hell, I wish for carefree everyday, but I am spoiled like that. Just the other day, my coworker asked me, "What else do we have to do?", as we were running errands outside the office. My HONEST reply was, "Ummm, we need to go to the beach, NOW!... Or City Place... Don't ask me that!!!" After he shot me a "bitch, please" look, I broke it down that I have always been the "Ferris Bueller" of my crew. "Hey, Don't want to go to school... Dump it.... Work either? Dump it!" In the end, don't we all do what we want to do anyway? Even in going to work, you simply don't want to get fired; however,when you can't go to work, there is no question. You're not fucking showing up! You don't even consider the consequences!!! There are days in which I know that even if I show up in the office, I'm not going to be there. I fucking dump those days.
In the end, my coworker ended up taking me to the beach, City Place (an outdoor mall in downtown), and another mall. He offered lunch also, but I declined. He probably could sense my recent woes, or maybe he realized as I do everyday of my life: live it up. We could easily pretend to work, or we could have fun. I choose the latter. Who's coming with me?
In the end,
nOT~sO~cOSMO
Tuesday
Witizens:
Instead of my usual work attire of dresses or skirt/blouse, I showed up to the office today in a "FRANCE" futbol jersey, jeans, and flip flops... I'm having an "Office Space"/"Fight Club" breakdown and there is no end in sight. Without an attempt on my part, my coworker just took me to the beach and mall again. Later, we watched "Kill Bill: Vol. I" in the office, with him sprawled across the couch. I'm afraid I'm creating a monster, and that I've become one myself. Maybe I've been one all along... Perhaps we both are. A Palm Beach Princess Monster!!!! Ugh!
In my coworker's defense, we do manage to accomplish "some work", which is just pricing a few items needed in the office, but how in the hell could I explain the BEACH?! When did I become that spoiled little bitch again that skipped so many days of school that she was known as "Ferris"? Or the one that was never on college campus so much that a certain alliterative friend never saw me ONCE in a four year span... Perhaps, it never went away at all, but I would like to think I've outgrown some crazy antics. I'll ponder this all at the beach tomorrow. I mean work!
N~S~C
posted by Not So Cosmo @ 8:36 AM
3 Comments:
At 5:10 PM,
Rogue Scholar said…
Ugh.... JEALOUS!!! Take some beach time for me. Especially since you are closer to it and I'd go home and sleep before I drove 45 minutes to the beach!!
At 5:10 PM,
Rogue Scholar said…
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At 2:38 PM,
Not So Cosmo said…
Now the tables have turned, and my old fantasy of seducing my boss is more of a possibility than beach days. My-Boss-Must-Not-Be-Named is stopping by a lot more, and even requested that "I wear jeans for the next few weeks" while he's in the office. He's been acting strange, so I'm dumping being the office tease for awhile so that he goes to his other office more. I miss the beach, Dammit!
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