So, I arrived at work to see that the Boss Lady broke out the window
crayons, and decorated the front door. With “Merry Chrismas.” I laughed.
Because there was no T. Personally, I thought it somewhat appropriate
that she should wish me to have mass over Chris’, but I fixed it anyway.
Because I knew we’d catch flack from the Jesus People. Check out how
artistically I squeezed in that T.
Then, I decided, since I’m pagan, I should add my own sentiment. Yule
Tide Greetings! And I laughed equally at myself for fucking up the S. I
totally left it there. Like a Zed.
Also, if you look, you’ll see my reflection in the window. Those are
some sexy little work boots I have going on with my jeans. It’s a wonder
I leave work without a date every day. Ha!
Grace.
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