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. c o m reflections on that thing i'm living called life!
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Someone sent me flowers at work today. Anyone that knows me knows this about me; you do not send me flowers at work! I’ve been working there for a whole year during which no one ever sent me flowers, nope… not even once! Sending me flowers now can only certain things, which really doesn’t jive with the professional image I’m trying to maintain. a. I caught my cheating boyfriend, which would make me a distraught employee b. I’m on a prowler’s hunt, which would make me an unfocused employee c. I’m embroiled in some illicit affair, which would question my ethics d. I’m a newly-in-love, which would make a giddy employee If it’s not my birthday, valentine, or some flower-giving holiday, I’d rather not get flowers at work and have to explain to co-workers why I’m getting flowers at work. I don’t enjoy being at work that much to want to see beautiful flowers around me. You know, I have a home for a reason… and if you don’t know my address then really, I really shouldn’t be getting flowers from you. Oh and… don’t call me baby! I’m a grown woman! I believe I’m done being depressed, won’t you welcome me back?
PLAYING: Sweet Dreams My LA-Ex – Rachel Stevens READING: Hey, Nostradamus! – Douglas Coupland WATCHING: Friends QUOTE: “You've had your say but now it's my turn”
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