Tales from the Lost Weekend

Well, whatta week 'twas, kiddies!

Let's recap: Monday I go to my appt., then in walks HR with a new "person". I dug Kym, I dug Andy, who's this guy? Ok, he's normal. We discuss food, cats, politics, people we hate. He answers phones with a nice voice, kills out my ridiculous filing from 2003 that I had neither the interest nor the strength to face. By Wednesday, I have him hooked on Quiznos, and we discuss our cat's names.

A lovely slow dead week it was. Baldo was nowhere to be found, Bag O'Rocks kept his distance, and I went on a decent interview. Still, I knew there wouldn't be a glass big enough for the drink I needed. This 6 pm shit just HAS TO STOP. The phone does NOT ring after 5:30 pm, just what IS the problem here? Why the fuck can't we leave early????

So, Carlysle (dig that spelling), mentions something about a drink on Friday. I ask if I can tag along, and voila! The end to a perfect week. We decide Margaritas are really the only way to go. We make our way downtown and recap the lunacy that is my office. Carl also regales me with tales of his adventures working at a famous NY hotel. I hear amusing tales about The Flipper Dance, his friend who's still stuck there, and the bathrobes. (I mention the bathrobes since RD hates mine so much and wants it shredded to bits.)

We find a fairly decent Mexican place and the Heavenly Sipping of Salt and Lime begins. Then a pina colada, then a phone call from his friend: poor thing won't be going home early. We proceed to Panchito's on MacDougal (although I SWORE it was on Sullivan) and we have their famous burrito. More margaritas, much laughter, and a rehash of our college days. ICK, how did we live through it?

Then, over to Marie's Crisis for some singing, although at that point, I was pushing a 24 hour day--skating at 7 am, and it's now, what? 2 am? But sing and dance we do. I just couldn't find a song to jump into until one of the barmaids launches into "Everytime we Say Goodbye" by Cole Porter, and the harmonizing ensues. Very different from V and I going to karaoke back in 1991!

Let's hope Carl finds the profile change. I've added my email. There ya go! I'll be calling Choice Temps and thanking them. What a great week! Proof the people I work with are damn strange and locked into a time warp--it's always the outsiders who notice how weird and fucked up the place is.

Now let's see if Suzie calls me back. I'd love to know how I did on that interview and how it really went. Like I can actually get an honest answer out of anyone?

Puhhhh lease.