05.30.07 :: 9:20 am
So I will just say once per month and for the record:
In apartment news: I will be spending all my next paychecks on furnishing and painting because we don't have anything.
And we have a month to procure these items.
Cue "Flight of the Bumblebee"
Work is great, though.
My boss (let's call her Stash) is about my age and a really cool girl. We're all becoming friends in this cramped office.
My coworker (let's call her Ro) is a petite, sarcasm-fueled, eye-rolling firecracker whose every other word is "fuck."
Truly, I am blessed.
Yesterday, we were informed that the primadonnas in PR wanted to swap desks with us because their office is a centimeter smaller and they're using desks a centimeter larger than ours.
And Stash got visibly and audibly angered by this diva behavior, calling them "boxes of hair." As in, "dumber than..."
"Those boxes of hair better not cross my path this week."