I AM FREEZING MY ASS OFF. What little of it there is. I swear, if I could move my gut to my butt, I’d be a happy, happy girl! And I left without packing a cardi this morning
I also look slightly crazy in 50 degree weather, wearing a cap sleeve cotton dress and sandals. I must look kinda cute, though, because this waiter whose section I wasn’t in came by to offer me a drink.
“Hey sailor, only if YOU are buying!”
So I decide to treat myself and got a glass of wine with my appetizer. “Six ounces or nine ounces?” Like, why do they even ask that question??
There is a group of guys in the bar adjacent to me, drinking beer and talking a bit too loudly. One of them is trying to tell a Dilbert cartoon. It’s painful. He should stick to computer programming or engineering or whatever geeky thing he does.
When I ranted about beards yesterday, some are okay. It is mainly Guy Fieri’s DB beard that I hate. Oh and those long, scraggly ones that look like they belong on the set of Deliverance. (Cue banjos now.)
I SWEAR TO GOD, I JUST HEARD A SHEEP BLEATING!!
I probably shouldn’t have ordered the appetizer. A) I barely ate a third of it and B) the flatbread got soggy, and C) I have a half of a rotisserie chicken coming. Oh, and D) I am already kinda full. Felt the need to explain to the waitress that I was starving because of my food poisoning and not eating for a few days.
Oh great. Indigestion. Fuck my stomach. Grrr.
Oh! Now Not Funny Asian Guy is on a roll. Doing a great job there, bad-mouthing your co-workers! I don’t know how the others get a word in edgewise. I really should try to film this shit because now he is singing show tunes. I am NOT making this shit up. I think he needs another beer. Or maybe I need one so I’ll find him entertaining.
Yeah, traveling for work is exhausting, but I always forget how many little gems I pick up, being solo and pretending not to listen. So much more to make fun of!
They put me in a room near some meeting rooms. You think they’d make me leave if I stole a cookie off their catering table? I mean, they left them in the hallway and those cookies are just asking for it.
P.S. There may be some blogarreah going on tonight because I have this feeling I won’t be sleeping well. Don’t have my wine sippy-cup with me.