Coffee break
March 27, 2009
A good day at work begins with a sad colleague. C decided to leave her lovely 1 night stand (here, all the creatures called humans are falling in over, moving together and breaking up in tears and courts after a long and exhausting 48 hours).
My father called again this morning to ask if I eat (he still thinks I am drinking milk and not coffee every morning and that I never had sex with… J- the only J he knows about).
My shinny head of department (they seem to love this title) is grumpy again. I wonder if it is because her tea was cold this morning (nobody told me I have to make tea for an army of sad ladies dressed all in black like they are prepared to go to a funeral every day).
Did I tell you about my first day work outfit: a pink (baby pink) skirt and a pink fluffy sweater? So you can imagine the faces they had (I was ok… a little scared but… I managed to survive 12 hours, to go back home and scream with my head under a pillow!)
I feel I am falling in love. And if I am not… I should because this morning I needed some help to pull up the zipper of my dress.
