Mar 21 2009
A Hot Mess
I finally feel back to normal but yesterday the Spinsta was a hot mess. I rarely use phrases like “hot mess,” preferring instead to talk like a grandmother (see, e.g., past blogisodes). I mean you will never find the Spinsta referring to something as a “shit show.” But, there is no other way to describe me yesterday. Thursday night was a single’s event for March Madness. The singles were terrible - bring on the wine. A bottle of wine to be exact. The details of the evening are a bit fuzzy but I ate a burger and insisted on wearing a beret. Not surprising, Friday morning I woke up and felt like hell. I fell out of bed, brushed my teeth, and walked out the door in the same pants as I had worn the night before. I changed shirts since I had drueled (sp?) on my shirt and everyone knows that druel is not business casual, so I reluctantly changed. I had to sop up the hangover so I had a chocolate chip scone. It was not enough. Then I had a mini muffin. By days end I had consumed another scone and a danish. Other than eat nasty pastries, I wandered around the office “doing work.” Luckily, the work I am expected to do can be done by a high school student so I was ok. And then at some point, a colleague shouted “Spinsta’s drunk” and stamped me with a CONFIDENTIAL stamp. The stamp did not wash off fully, leaving a red mark on my chest. Rather than explain why I had a red chest, I decided to act like it was itchy from my recent trip and so I kept scratching at it. This genius plan of course caused my skin to peel and I think I have developed a staff infection. I do not know how I made it through the day, but I did. I guess I should be happy that all I am expected to do at work is clerical work and/or eat pastries like they are going out of style. It is truly the American dream.
