remember that time..that you locked yourself out of your office…oh and yeah your lil dog was IN your office…and you had to move a file cabinet ok ok TWO file cabinets and crawl under a desk to get to a little known “being john malkovitch” style back door(yeah creepy and dusty)… and the new clients walked in as you were coming out from under a desk…and they looked a bit horrified when the receptionist said that YOU were the one they were gonna be spending a gazillion dollars with… yeah …

hi monday…

i hate you…

xoxo

ed note** by tuesday im hoping they will be convinced that i have a “whatever it takes to get the job done” attitude as opposed to thinking im just an “idiot blond that is prob  slept with our boss to get this gig“…

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