I Miss My Desk
Love, love, love sitting in the same room as G, J and D. Makes me feel so special, like stepping on Mount Olympus. I was probably the only person in the room without a Volvo (not even a puny Picanto which I’ve wanted to have for so, so long). There’s an awesome feeling to be in the same discussion as the guys who sign your paychecks. Makes spending it worthwhile.
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I haven’t been on my desk and seen the people around my desk for so long they thought I was on vacation. I feel like I should be slapping on roller skates. I’ve been running around all week.
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Obama won. Take that, Maverick and Hockey Mom!
(Though I will miss Tina Fey’s Alaskan accent)
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Here’s the enigma for the day: how can a guy declare (in so many words) deep affection for a woman one day and completely ignore her the next? I don’t get it. It’s not on the manual.
