Straight No Chaser

Rip-Roaring Drunk

work this morning was both grim and shady. i walked in FOUR minutes EARLY and was immediately accused of being FIFTY-SIX minutes LATE, fought ms. tidwell over her obvious misreading of a schedule she made herself, and eventually got the charge reduced to coming to work under the influence of alcohol.

"but i haven't been drinking," i said. i hadn't. i don't drink (see some earlier entry, i can't remember which).

she raised an eyebrow. i had to explain about running into brian on the way to the building, literally running into him, causing him to spill his paper cup of golden grain (this at nine-thirty in the morning, mind you) on my clothes, which is why i had to run back and change, which is why i wasn't TEN minutes early. and which was also the reason for the miniskirt i shouldn't have worn to work. oh, and why i smelled like alcohol.

we ram antlers a lot, she and i.

yeah, that's another trick i know. (bait and switch.)