OK, on Tuesday I was on SUCH a tear, it was ungodly. I think after days like this I must at last acknowledge the existence of PMS or the forces of evil or somesuch.
Normally I'm chipper and accommodating of everyone who comes in the office, but today I slept through 45 minutes of my alarm and I could either be very late and immaculately coiffed, or I could skip the hair mojo and just take a shower. I chose curtain number 2, and as a result I felt rather grumpy today. I was logged into our website and attempting to update some information when the bloody flipping phone rang for the millionth time and as I answered I noticed a group of geezers wandering the property to salivate over a gazillion $$ deal they are working with my company. These types wanna be Donald Trump, which is muy unappealing to moi. Well, in the middle of an attempt to focus on updating text on our site, they sashayed into my office and demanded to see the head of the company. I said, "sure, he's in there" and pointed toward his office. Golly, where did that come from? No leaping up to show them to the conference room? No offering coffee or other earthly delights? Dramatic reenactments from the Song of Solomon, perhaps? These are powerful men, unaccustomed to anything but the warm welcoming smiles from women that come with a tacit offer of pleasures licit and otherwise. Anyway - one of the guys said "I need to talk to you out here" to the other guys, and they stepped outdoors for a minute. I'll bet they went out and said that they'll make firing me a condition of the deal. *tee hee*
Seriously, I didn't lift a finger to bow and scrape, although I would have been more eager to be helpful if they'd been the slightest bit courteous. Trust me, I can be as diplomatic as the next person, but I had been working so hard to focus on my task and it all happened in a heartbeat. I'll bet if I go to the website and look at the text I was working on I'll find I broke off mid-sentence somewhere along the way. In truth, what I do for the company is not even related to that big deal end of things, and I'm a little out of the loop on that process, happily. Mind the nails, chaps. That blood's fresh.