I was requested by my friend / co-worker to write this blog. It's just about this chickie that I work with who (and you will know this if you are a reader of my blog) drives me up a freakin' wall.
Yesterday, Ron (aka "The Glass Guy") sent a meeting request in Outlook to myself, the President, this chick and one other person. It's just regarding some logistics we need to have straight for an upcoming order. Well, Ron was standing in my office doorway chit-chatting (as is usually inevitable because no one passes by my door without me trying to chat them up) and chick-face came over and says, "No offense, but why is she involved in this meeting tomorrow?" I'm all like (in my head), "No offense, but why does your face have to look like that?" Anyway, I asked Ron, "Yeah, why am I in this meeting?" Ron said, "Because the President requested her presence.", to chickie. At which, I turn to chick(ass)face and say, "BOOYAH!", with hand motion and all. It was so good. You should have been there. 
In other news, my good friend, upon hearing that I was upset a couple weeks ago, actually bought us MATCHING New Kids on the Block 1990 Summer Tour t-shirts!!!! No one is ever going to beat that. Trish, you rock. 
We are going to be so bad when we rock those shirts. O, UBAD? O, Hell yes.
We are going to be so bad when we rock those shirts. O, UBAD? O, Hell yes.
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