Monday Blues
I am feeling very out of sorts today. Partly because I'm so far behind with work; partly because the thing at work isn't FINAL, and I must continue not to count my chickens. If that piece were just settled finally, Tom and I could break out the Veuve Clicquot. I'm going to remain nervous that something is going to fuck up the deal until it's done.
According to the AVP, during a meeting on the state of the budget with me and the other manager: "We're closing the position today (the minimum 3 days) so we'll be talking next week." The other manager thinks I'm crazy to be nervous about this, but I can't help but think it's too good to be true.
It's been a big year.
In other news: I saw the Man on Saturday night, with his girls. I haven't seen the girls in several years. The first thing I said to the oldest: "Oh my god! You have breasts!" (and no, I did not follow this with "And they are so perky!")
The first thing I said to the Man when he walked into the Pig: "Oh my god! What happened to your hair?! Do you have cancer?!" No-neck nearly choked on his beer. I'm very sensitive after a day of Jack Daniels. (Now that I think about it, he never did answer me. Uh-oh).
I'm going to go put my nose to the grindstone, now, and hope that isn't too painful.




















When is it appropriate to make breast comments, directly? It is never correct to say “Oh, your package is very pronounced” to any guy…ever; at least not in casual conversation. Related… if a woman has augmentation, is it ever correct to ask if they are real…or to seek permission to feel them?