13-Oct-2005

My bosses are playing tricks on me.  They love to hold off telling me they're not coming in until about three in the afternoon, at which point, if I'm good, I can catch Oprah as well as a flick (as long as it's a comedy - they tend to be shorter).  However, around noon today, it occurred to me that they're not coming in at all this week.  I was trying to remember the last time I saw them - Friday?  Labor Day? - but to no avail.  Alas, today has been a celebration of David O. Russell, chocolate raspberry research, and holiday travel plans. Oh, and the massage chair in G-Money's office.  Can't go wrong with mechanical vibration.  Although, G-Money's parting words to me last night did kind of freak me out.  In a voice weary with creation, she decried, "Melissa, whatever you do, don't grow up to be a television showrunner."  No worries, G-Money, I'll settle for doing sweet fuck-all.  Which is what I'm off to accomplish right now...