5.17.06

My horoscope today was so stupid that I’m not even going to repeat it here.

Instead, I owe an apology so…

Dear Mr. Frank Payne,

I am very sorry that I threw all those papers at you this morning. I am a bitch. It is not your fault that we have not been able to synch our printing therefore causing our things to get intermixed. I have taken steps this morning to try and ‘acquisition’ a printer that is sitting in an empty cubicle for myself. See, Frank? I am risking jail here to make sure we don’t screw up our print jobs again. I can be nice every now and then.

I’m also sorry that I treated you like you are a bitch. I know you are not a bitch. I’m a bitch. You’re too passive to be a bitch anyway.

I’m sorry that we put up embarrassing photos of you all over the office. We just care and want to see a picture of you every time we turn our heads, no matter what direction it is.

I’m sorry for setting off your car alarm yesterday. It was purely accidental. I swear.

I realize that I make you suffer (not as much as Sonia makes you suffer) and I want to take this time to acknowledge that you kick ass. Thanks for helping me out so much.

I’ve had a not so good few days and I am officially sick with a sore throat and fever and yet I have to come here to this crappy place, so please forgive my grumpiness.

Cheers,
Stephanie


Note to self: Must start playing well with others.