Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Not that smooth
I've been having a hard morning. My car wouldn't start, and once I'd woken Nick up so he could jump it, I drove off while my purse was still in his living room. Of course, by that time I was running late, so I had to leave the car running and unlocked while I ran into my apartment to dress for work. Good thing it was still there when I came back. Naturally, my coworkers decided the best thing to do would be to give me crap about fixing it (and how am I going to do that, guys, with no money or ID?).
Anyway, I had to take a Self-Pity Moment™ in the ladies' room. I'll just splash cold water on my eyes to get rid of the redness. Nobody will notice. When I left that bathroom, I looked totally composed. So smooth, I thought. And then when Tim asked me what I wanted for lunch, what came out of my mouth was a snot-clogged, wavery little I've-been-crying voice. Oops.
Anyway, I had to take a Self-Pity Moment™ in the ladies' room. I'll just splash cold water on my eyes to get rid of the redness. Nobody will notice. When I left that bathroom, I looked totally composed. So smooth, I thought. And then when Tim asked me what I wanted for lunch, what came out of my mouth was a snot-clogged, wavery little I've-been-crying voice. Oops.
