Tomorrow’s Poetry Friday “WORD”, cleavage, and the boss
Uno) The lovely, vivacious, and caffeinated job-seeker, Teri, has chosen the Poetry Friday Word for tomorrow. Go to her blog toot-sweet for a look at her fantabulous word. And leave some bloggy mojo that a fantastic job offer will soon come in for her!
Dos) I wore a strappy tank-top thing (underneath a light sweater) to work today. Not surprising. What does surprise me is that every time I look down, the mirror on the corner of my computer reflects my cleavage back at me. It’s distracting. The tank keeps slipping down in front, I hike it up, it slips down. I look like near-porn. Which the guys really don’t mind so much. But. Still. I’m a hussy. A shameless, brazen hussy.
Tres) One of the bosses is driving me kee-razy. The constant nagging and complaining, and butting in and not understanding the simplest of things. It’s not just me, we all want her gone. The work she does could be done by a monkey, or a fairly-bright lizard. I will take any and all suggestions for how we can get rid of her…short of actual killing, of course.
Hasta manana!
posted by Mona Buonanotte @ 1:51 PM
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Sounds like she'll get herself caught in her semi-bright lizardness well enough on her own! HA!
Funny. Ya guys n cleavage. It can be a bit ditracting though.
Not good with poetry n stuff but might try it.
A semi-bright lizard? Are you suggesting that she's an evil serpent? And thanks for calling me lovely and vivacious!
I had cleavage on Thursday, too. Deep V-neck, kid on my lap at the ballgame, constantly sliding the neckline down and over. I daresay it was so distracting to the home team that they lost the game as a result.
What? You have a better explanation for why the Cubs lost?
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