I am a Secretary.

No...scratch that...I am the 'supersecretary-almost run the business, if it wasn't for me the company would be in ruins-the company is almost mine except for the money thing' type secretary.

So happy Secretary Day to me. The secretary who not only keeps the business in check but also manages to blog at the same time!! Hurray to me!!!

There are those who do not work, those who only blog, but then there are those who do both...now that is a multi-tasker!!

But why, on such a festive day, am I feeling so uncomfortable...??

Is it because my boss does not remember...well, not really, she never remembers, she has a list of all the presents she owes me, she says to forgive her ADD, but she will get me my massage and flowers before I die.

Maybe it's because she is leaving tomorrow on a trip and not coming back till tuesday, leaving all of our checks signed....HAHA..NOW U KNOW IT' S NOT THAT ONE..

Is it perhaps that I have decided, today, to wear something that is totally not me, and I feel like a tablecloth run through too much starch!!

I have worn a very uncomfortable, black lace, victorian style shirt...very pretty, just not pretty damn practical...It's tight, itchy and I, who am not a fan of itchy, tight, things have on top of all, worn a bra underneath as lacy as the blouse and am suffering from a doily overdose. I am officially a human doily.

The pants are too bad, grey capri slacks with silvery pinstripes and grey metallic strappy sandals. The sandals are nice, but they have this metallic pink sole to them that I cannot stand, it's been hittin' in the head all day: ?!!where else do I have pink ?!!, (I'm a wedge/platform type gal) but my platforms wouldn't go nicely with my getup. I can hardly move. I am like a animatronic secretary ::in robotic voice::

"HI, I am E. How may help you today?"
"Feel free to ignore my pink sole, and lacy funeral outfit, so appropiate for the spring/summer"...

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Speakin' of summer...it's freakin hot...no...it's really fucking hot, and today, with my Victorian Get-up, the office A/C has broken down.....enough to make me wanna take off my blouse and bra and transform from animatronic to office porn star....

At least I got to buy my own lunch, some Onion Rings which have left my breath so kickin' that if I wanted to meet someone, with this get up and this breath, it would not be the day the stars align.

Tomorrow, since the boss is gone, I'll be back to summer skirts and vintage t's....

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Miss C is a little pig. Her aunt taught her how to burp and now she does it all the time after drinking stuff and goes:

"Pig!!" and laughs..

She also 'burps' out of other openings I will not further discuss.
She recently did that while going into the psychological therapy office, RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE THERAPIST....

then she squealed:

"PIG!!"

I am so sure that this will be the begining of many wonderful embarassing adventures...

What r ur embarrasing adventures with kids??