The Office Monkey Speaks

Since I've been blogging like a maniac over all things celebrity and pop-culture related for A Socialite's Life I've been totally neglecting Office Monkey, as you may well have noticed. Additionally, I am in fact, once again, an office monkey, answering phones (ugh), scheduling meetings (grr) and (gasp!) picking up dry-cleaning.

I know, I know. We all thought I had left that nonsense behind but I keep getting sucked back in--lured back by the prospect of actually being able to make enough money to pay rent. Sigh.

Luckily, though, it's all temporary. And then I'll be back to my leisurely blogging and slowly dwindling bank account.

So, for the moment, I'm really just going to let loose and whine for a bit. I'm menstrual and hormonal, suffering from allergies that have me looking like I'm walking around with two black eyes, with a random toothache thrown in to boot. Basically, it's just one of those days, which I'd much prefer to spend cuddled under blankets on the phone complaining about my ailments to my mother, whilst I watch trashy daytime television and sip hot tea.

I also keep getting suspicious accusations from my germaphobe boss that my "allergies" are actually a cover for a cold I know he thinks I have, to which I respond by stating that I don't really believe watery eyes are usually a symptom, but hey, I'M NO DOCTOR. I generally leave that last line out.

I'd also like to take this moment to thank the creators of the Luna and Clif Bars, without which I would assuredly starve to death.

In any case, this is just a little Thursday morning rant that will end shortly--as soon as I can see Friday peeking over the edge of the horizon and teasing me with it's flirtatious promises of weekend sloth.

Until then.