Okay, Universe. I get it. You�ve made your point. You�re all big and important, I�m all small and insignificant. I concede defeat; You win.
I should mention that last Friday sucked like a steroidal lamprey, with two or three major crises popping up left and right every few hours or so. It was like wandering into Hogan�s Alley, armed with a hairdryer. I did my best to put out the big fires, but they really pretty much raged out of control all afternoon, until I was finally able to escape at the end of the day.
And then someone broke into our offices over the weekend.
I should backtrack for just a moment and admit that I wasn�t entirely honest with you guys last week when I was talking about how rotten things were going. I mean, things were definitely rotten, and all the stuff I mentioned really did happen, but there was more besides. Not surprisingly, the �more besides� involved the Cute Receptionist. I won�t go into details (because the details aren�t mine to go into), but suffice it to say that something finally happened to disabuse of me any lingering notion that I might someday enjoy his company in a romantic fashion. I should also mention that he broke up with what�s-his-name a few weeks ago, so it wasn�t that issue again -- although I still wasn�t planning on pursuing a relationship with him. But, in the back of my mind�well, let�s just say the back of my mind is a fantastical place where the pigs fly, the cows are home, and snowballs regularly roll boxcars in Hell�s casino.
But I�m getting ahead of myself. The point is, it�s all well and good for my brain to know a guy is All Wrong For Me, and quite another to convince my hormones of the same. And my hormones have been quite smitten with the boy for a while now. So I did what I could to avoid him, which I think he noticed, but not to be terribly obvious about it, because that would have been rude and unnecessary. So my hormones were in quite the tizzy when I arrived at work this morning to find the Cute Receptionist seated at my personal desk, in my personal office, using my personal computer, and making the entire room smell ever so faintly of his incredibly sexy cologne.
You see, the only item lifted from our office was�CR�s computer. And, what with him needing one to perform some very important functions of his job, Sophie saw fit to promise him mine, as well as all my personal space. Never mind that I cannot perform any of the necessary functions of my job without a computer. Whatever. So, I spent the entire day seated right next to him, and trying everything I could to a) not be irritated (and a little hurt, for no good reason) that I was the one person who apparently wasn�t important enough to warrant a computer for the day, b) be friendly and courteous, despite the fact that I had been planning on avoiding him all day, and c) not fall back under his spell.
All things considered, I think I did fairly well. Unfortunately, the battle continues tomorrow with Round 2, as we wait for the new computers to be installed on Wednesday. In the meantime, I have numerous meetings and an inbox that runneth over, neither of which I can actually take care of without my computer. There will be a lot of irritated, confused people tomorrow, as I blindly stumble my way through the day, making shit up and lying through my teeth.
So I realize that the Universe is trying to tell me something -- something extremely emphatic about some sort of exceedingly reprehensible act I must have committed in the recent past -- but damned if I can think of what it was. All I know is, whatever I did? I TAKE IT BACK!
Someone Got Here By Searching For: �body� �hot� �sheryl� �crow� And: �bobby flay� chef reputation I�m Watching: Still more Alias. Sometimes, you just need to lie back and watch people get kicked in the face. If I Was Sydney Bristow: I�d probably get kicked in the face a lot more than I do now, but at least I�d be able to compartmentalize my emotions a little better.