What a day at work. We’re jamming, trying to get a big proposal out the door and little things were going wrong here and there. Oh, that and trying to get 50 chefs to contribute in the way and in the time I need to complete my part of a 7-course meal is next to impossible. So, I’ll continue jamming on my part through the weekend. Hopefully all the information will trickle in.
Funny though, my boss and I were in his office with him and his computer on one side and me on the other side. I insisted on “driving” the keyboard and entering the data that we needed to work on. He spent much of the time correcting me on this or that, wanting to drive as he would. Finally, in a very low voice, I grumbled, “back seat driver.” He laughed and said, “I know, but you insisted on driving.” Yes, boss, I thought, I will always insist on driving. Do you not know me at all? When I got home, I IM’d him, since I know he will be in the office until long after the traffic clears to remind him I had a very fine margarita in my hand and he didn’t.
My friend of the stolen car is coming tonight for a brief visit and then I get to babysit her dog for the weekend. What the hell. It’s catch up at home weekend anyway. \
Published on: Sep 23, 2006
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