Too busy in work yesterday to post and I should've written something up the night before but....I didn't. I may have been emailing and IMing instead. I dunno. I DO know that I've been going to bed late every night, yet not accomplishing much.
Friday is the receptionist's last day at work. Long time readers have heard stories about her. She's seriously the nuttiest person I have ever met, and I've met a lot of people. Add to that the fact that she's a drinker and when she drinks, she is very volatile and unpredictable. She's one of the reasons why I didn't go out drinking after the holiday party. She wanted us to go together and I've been in that situation before and regretted it. Everyone here at the office has. The stuff she's done after a few drinks would make your hair stand on end.
A couple of years ago I went to the after party with a bunch of people, including her, and she physically accosted me. And embarrassed me. In public. And I don't embarrass easily. I'd written about this before and was looking for the post to link this to, but I must've deleted it. Guess I'll have to give you a recap. :)
In the Green Dragon after the holiday party, I'm standing at the bar, chatting and whatnot. She, very drunk, walks up to me and in a very loud voice says "You're short!". And I am, so I readily agree but then stupidly add, "You're not so tall yourself". <---dumb. Her response is to yell "Well my tits are bigger than yours!". Every head in the bar turned towards us. She was absolutely correct by the way. They were HUGE. Like a J or a K cup and I'm not kidding. She's since had a breast reduction, but anyway.....
I readily agreed with her and in her drunken state she started complaining about how they were so heavy. omfg. and then she wants to SHOW me how heavy they were so she walks right up to me, lifts them up and plops them on my chest and was like - see how heavy? She had me trapped against the bar with her boobs on me! Yeah, so I stopped going out in public with her for the most part after that.
God help me, her goodbye bash (which she is throwing herself) is at a bar Thursday night and I promised her I'd go. She's had a hard couple of months and most of the people in the office are not going (because of previous drunken behaviour) and I don't want her sitting there by herself, so I told her I'm going and I'm not leaving early. Lord knows how this is going to end up, but I feel it's the least I can do for her. I'm trying to talk a couple of other peeps into going by saying I would def be there, and I'd be expensing some rounds. Free booze = God help Josie. If I get drunk enough (and I will) I may take pictures. Hopefully they won't be of her on top of me.
She leaves the country on Monday, back to her home land (Canada). It's been quite a ride.
And on the seventh day - On Wednesday, I took the day off -- even God rested on the seventh day. I also had to move from the time share where I was to the Golden Nugget downtown....
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