I’m so tired. I got home from the bar (working, not playing) at 2:15 this morning, then as soon as I laid down realized I had mild food poisoning of some kind- not the vomiting kind, but doubled-over-in-pain, want-to-run-into-the-wall-headfirst-to-knock-yourself-unconscious kind. Funsies. So I probably got to sleep around 4.
Day job is not much better. In light of my favorite person in the office leaving and going back to school or some shit, I now support twice as many brokers, and all of them decided at the exact same time to give me some INANE project that we have no protocol or database to use to complete said inane project. Also, one of my fun-to-hang-with-but-totally-old-and-married bosses seems to be (trying to) flirt up a storm with me, up to and including securing tickets to the Maroon 5 concert on my birthday… for the two of us. Fortunately, it’s a Tuesday night so I told him it was very sweet of him but I will probably have to work. Unfortunately, as my bar is in the Verizon Center, as is the concert, he promised to stop by for a drink after the concert if I cannot attend.
Shit. Looks like I’m either working on my birthday, or being groped by my boss in the throes of a new wave British pop sensation. Fan fucking tastic.
Excuse me. I have to go convince one of the online gift basket companies to give us a huge discount on Halloween baskets, short notice, because the DC branch of my real estate firm gets no damn respect when it comes to marketing (budget-style), and send them out to 150+ potential clients, so that they can sit on their desks for three days before throwing away crusty candy corns, and we don’t even have a major listing to promote along with said corny Halloween basket.
It’s times like this it helps to know how to sound like a sweet Southern belle… 
