the title of this entry is inspired by last night's drunken comment by the guy who ordered a virgin coca-cola! I suppose there's a first for everything!
So, it was fun 'n jokes last night as we bid farewell to another fellow comrade as he ventures out to nibble on the greener pastures. It's always great when people leave. First & foremost, there's a farewell party. Then, there's the rejuvenated hope that there's something better out there. What about all the office gossip that you get to catch up on! How, no matter how old the men, the lower half of their anatomy still rules over the upper one.
Every time I get updated on this one pimp always likes to surround himself with younger chicks. It never ceases to amaze me how true it is that in the corporate world, it's not what you know but who. Some nitwit will be lauded by their superior just because he/she has a soft (or, hard...if you wish) spot for the nincompoop, who should not even be allowed to think. I mean, you'd think that a good leader would leave their fetishes at home.
(she chants the OM mantra to calm herself)
OK, so back to last night....it was just nice to be in company of those obsessive compulsive booze-chugging AA-members. There was a sense of relaxation amid the sourapple martinis, shots of who-knows-what, excessive beer-spilling, me-being-the-foosball-goddess, and some genius' idea to play 'hoops for boobs' where ice cubes were being aimed for shirts 'n blouses of anyone on the table.
The sobered-up drive home across the seemingly-serene toll highway was a time to smile at the moments just gone by.
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3 comments:
you're a pretty good writer you know that, -A
I think what he meant to say is that you would be a good writer if you were still in kindergarten *snickers*
Are you in kindergarten?
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