Last night the happy hour was a blast. I think we probably raised a decent amount of money (I haven’t checked anyone’s blogs yet, so I don’t know if there’s a total) and I know I had an awesome time. (insert obligatory post-happy hour post here with obligatory link-orgy) Ha ha! It was so funny!
Anyway, last night people were bugging mokie to create a blog because of his oft-times HI-larious comments. He deferred, and said he may post on my site from time to time if I needed him to. This morning I needed him to.
I fell asleep at about 1:30am while watching Mythbusters, but only after consuming a 12oz jar of HOT! salsa and about half a bag of potato chips. ACWF woke me up and I went to bed. I less woke up than became aware of my ability to maintain consciousness when ACWF was getting ready for work at around 7am. I was planning on sleeping in, heading to the DMV, and then going to work.
I had realized my ID was gone the day before, and was planning on going to the DMV during lunch today. But my boss called last night while I was heading to the happy hour and told me I needed to meet with an important client during lunch. I thought I was going to have to wake up early on Saturday to get my ID until I hatched upon a plan to go to the DMV before going to work.
I called my boss in the morning, and she said it was fine if I went to the DMV before I came into work. She just reminded me that she needed 2 proposals by noon.
Shit. I had forgotten about the proposals, so I figured I’d write them at the DMV, type them when I got into the office, and the head straight out to my meeting. But this would leave no time to post for you wonderful souls! What to do? I called mokie (as he was taking a crap as he so delightfully informed me) and asked him to post. After a few minutes navigating the terrifically difficult world of checking his email to affirm his invitation to post on my blog, he was good to go. I dashed out the door to the DMV.
I opened my portfolio at the DMV and fired off the proposals in no time, so I decided to pay some bills I had in my bag as well. I was digging around for a stamp when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It was a tiny little face staring at me. A familiar face. My face. MY ID!
I was nestled away in the business card pocket of my portfolio from earlier in the week when I went to meet with that crazy company. I had forgotten that I had put it there.
ID now back in my wallet I darted from the hellhole that is the DMV and sped into work. I finished typing the proposals with enough time for my boss to go over them with me and congratulate me on working so hard on them. I had to leave my office for the lunch meeting before she had time to issue any more accolades.
The lunch meeting was a disaster in itself, but not a funny one, so I’ll spare you.
Now I’m T-minus 10 minutes from my next meeting, and then hopefully I’ll be home free for the day. Fingers crossed, bitches.
