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Jul. 22nd, 2004 12:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeWhenever the phone rings after a certain time of night (or before a certain time of the day), my heart leaps into my throat. It hammers away like a mad thing hammers. This time I was sitting at my computer, writing faux things in faux French, when my cell phone went off like a shot of Brass Monkey.
It stopped ringing by the time I got it out of my bag, but the missed call read out told me that it had been my boss calling. After midnight? Oh dear.
I called her back only to find out that she and the doctor are sitting in a diner right now, working. And that the doctor had been using her cell phone, accidentially dialing my number. She apologized profusely and told me to have a good day tomorrow and to call her with any updates (I'm going to a meeting with the nursing home about my mother, don't know what to expect).
I love my boss. She's the best. Yesterday, I came into my office to find a letter on my chair, written in green highlighter, telling me how sorry she was about the craziness of Friday (which I can't recount for all of you due to that damnable non-disclosure agreement I signed, but I will say it was very crazy indeed) and telling me how great I am.
It gave me the warm fuzzies, I tell you. I've never worked for anyone before who was so gracious to me. Not to mention that this coming Saturday, she and her roommate are throwing a party to benefit my mother. Well, it's kind of a party.
You know those Tupperware parties housewives give? It's like that.
Only no Tupperware. It's sex toys.
For serious.
It stopped ringing by the time I got it out of my bag, but the missed call read out told me that it had been my boss calling. After midnight? Oh dear.
I called her back only to find out that she and the doctor are sitting in a diner right now, working. And that the doctor had been using her cell phone, accidentially dialing my number. She apologized profusely and told me to have a good day tomorrow and to call her with any updates (I'm going to a meeting with the nursing home about my mother, don't know what to expect).
I love my boss. She's the best. Yesterday, I came into my office to find a letter on my chair, written in green highlighter, telling me how sorry she was about the craziness of Friday (which I can't recount for all of you due to that damnable non-disclosure agreement I signed, but I will say it was very crazy indeed) and telling me how great I am.
It gave me the warm fuzzies, I tell you. I've never worked for anyone before who was so gracious to me. Not to mention that this coming Saturday, she and her roommate are throwing a party to benefit my mother. Well, it's kind of a party.
You know those Tupperware parties housewives give? It's like that.
Only no Tupperware. It's sex toys.
For serious.
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Date: 2004-07-22 01:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-22 06:03 am (UTC)I AM SO TIRED.
I can't make the party on Saturday - it's Rick's birthday and we have to do birthdaylike things with the others.
However, if there's a catalog - save me one! ;)
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Date: 2004-07-24 10:10 am (UTC)sex toy party?
can i serve whorederves?