If your building's porters throw out your dead husband for you, you better leave them a nice year end tip.
BTW, when I read that article, the silly Milkshake song got engrained in my head. Now, I can’t stop singing it. I don’t even know how I know the words.
My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard.
Yesterday and today, I’ve been scheduled on campus wide demonstrations of a new product being rolled out to the departments. Essentially, I sit around and listen to the same demonstration play out every hour wishing I had my laptop so I could work on some priority deadline projects.
The first two demos were quite informative but now I’m beginning to panic. I had hoped to catch up on two major projects this week while my boss is away at a conference. Now she’s back tomorrow and I have yet to touch them.
Plus, these demos are scheduled all day from 7am to 7pm. Thankfully, today’s the last day. I’ll tell you coffee and biscotti become your best friend when you have to wake up at 5:30am.
And they're like, its better than yours.
I am not a morning person. Most of you know that by now. I rarely have to wake up before Lrudlrick. Therefore my morning noise, the sound of my vanity drawers being pulled and various bottles and containers being opened and closed, is usually not a problem. Stop giggling. I know you thought I was referring to another type of noise.
However, since Lrudlrick went to bed around 3-4am, (It was an Xbox night.) the slightest sound from my squeaky vanity probably would send my husband into a fit. So at 5:30 am, under the cover of dawn, I quietly threw my vast girlie products into a bag and tiptoed myself into the bathroom for my morning preening.
Damn right, its better than yours.
It was like a Turkish bath in the bathroom. It’s bloody 5:30am! If it’s hot and sticky now, what is it going to be like at high noon?
I can teach you but I have to charge.
I don’t even know why I tried to put on make up. By the time I got to my front door, it slid right off my face. The humidity is high and I feel like I’m a walking puddle.
Darren makes a point of how kooky NYC weather is. If you need historical weather data for NYC for the last week, check out his laundry bag.
Sure, they say we have four seasons but in actuality it’s two: Gym sock season and grey sludge season. We are at the start of gym sock season, where the thick fog of heat and humidity makes it feel like you’re inside a sweaty gym sock. BTW, walking around the South Street Seaport or Chinatown during this time, kicks it up a notch.
This is the time of the year, that waiting for a 1 and 9 train can be excruciating. Ok, waiting for the 1 and 9 is always excruciating.
I try to be optimistic though. Cute dresses, opened toe shoes and daylight at 8pm are nice benefits. However, today’s Audrey Hepburn sheath dress and black strappy sandals are not going to make me feel any better about hiking around hot, sticky asphalt or waiting in the bowels of the subway for a local train.
"La la-la la la. The boys are waiting.”
