Today was one of the few days per month (yes, I said MONTH, people… er… person) that I have to go in to the office. It means I have to wear pants (instead of jeans, you weird people who think I work withou… oh, right) and I tend to try to look nicer by straightening out my hair and wearing make-up.
So I had to get up at the ass-crack of dawn instead of just the plumber’s crack that all women who wear low-rise jeans get whenever they sit down. That was harsh.
The rest of the day though? It was lovely.
My team and I all collaborated on several issues, and it was nice to be able to work with people who don’t feel the need to constantly one-up whatever it is that you are saying/doing. We also documented some highs/lows from the past two weeks, which is why I’m throwing around words like “collaborated” and “documented.”
We were all in funny moods today. The best was when we went to lunch together at a Mexican restaurant and M, my coworker, was talking about getting a combo. He then mentioned that he really liked that song. We were all, “What song?” M: “You remember… Combo Number 5.” He was serious.
For the rest of the day, my coworker R couldn’t look at him because if she did, she would start laughing, and then the rest of us would start laughing… and then eventually someone would snort, and that would make us start laughing again.
Also nice? Having toast with butter and honey for dinner.
It was a lovely day.