Friday, March 27, 2009

TGIF

I rarely say this, but thank Christ it's Friday. The week was pockmarked with some quasi-exceptional moments and I will highlight them here:

-After the relative ease of recent commutes, my ride home tonight was fraught with gridlock resulting in a two and a half ride home. I was hating on every person who was behind a steering wheel.

-Columbia Studios sent me a check for the inconvenience of filming on our building floor. Included with it was a notice indicating that yet more filming would take place this week and pyrotechnics would be involved. Leave already.

-One of my colleagues and I sorta clashed today over some business issues. I started to recognize the manifestations of his passive aggressive attributes in responding to our hearty debate. It was a classic case study playing out before my eyes and help me, I toyed with him to prove my hypothesis. It worked. Shit like this is so fascinating.

-I'm with the Glamazon--I need to start tucking some money for some cosmetic surgery. The lines under my eyes have become somewhat more pronounced and I don't like it. No, not at all. They seemed like ravines when I looked in the mirror today.

-I got hooked into "American Idol" again this season and I am hating on Megan. She's beyond ridiculous. Please people, vote her off!!!

-And don't get me started on Tuesday night's must-view of "The Real Housewives of NYC." Kelly Bensimon joins that list. Vapid with a capital V, double bolded.

-My colleague, the SJP mini-me, has a tendency to harp when she's on a quest. I like her and admire her tenacity and spunk but when she's on a mission, she's like a Jack Russell terrier with teeth clamped on a pant leg. I finally lost my temper with her this week and this tenacious woman demurred. "Are you mad at me?" she asked meekly. I felt terrible that I may have offended her, but I was even more surprised she would be so sensitive. Who knew?

-And what will I wear tomorrow night on my trek out with Jewels?! What does a 40-something wear to appear to be 20-something? Cheese cloth comes to mind.

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