Girls are supposed to look nice right? I refuse to put any effort into any more, no make up, no hair dryer, no straightener, definitely no nail polish of any kind, I just cant find the point in any more. I mean this morning by 7:40 my hair was as big as the Jackson Five's put together. I had dirt and grass dripping down my legs and if there was make up involved I would of looked like a crying clown... so I give up... sorry office mates... this is what I look like.
Special Events are fun, I give our Special Events dude props, for putting on some good ones. But, right now not a fan. We are hosting a tournament and well of course its raining. Our assistants and us lucky full timers who haven't been here ten years get to rotate sticking around in case we have to tarp. My first thought was alright I can get some extra work done and then we will be out of here, I lost that positive thinking when by seven the first game hadn't started, and by ten the first game wasn't finished (keep in mind tournament more than one game). At least I was kept entertained by my company and we got creative around ten, hide and seek anyone?? Ya we are all adults, but what else are you going to do, I couldn't come up with any thing better. If you ever see some hot dog suites lying on the floor, hide under them they will never find you. Seriously never.
Besides great hiding spots, I learned a valuable lesson this week. Don't start a war, if you don't have the defense power for multiple counter attacks. I walked by a friends desk one night and there was a bag of confetti and their keys just sitting there and no one to guard them. It gave me what I thought was a brilliant idea. Confetti in the air vents and it will be like a party every time the air goes on, who wouldn't like a party in their car every day! Apparently some people don't and I have no lying skills, so it took.... eehhh thirty seconds to figure out I was the culprit. So to my one act, the repercussions have been dire. I came back to my purse with my keys missing, took me half and hour to find them so I could go home. Confetti in my desk, in my purse, in my planner, in my business card holder, the list goes on and the constant threat that I do not know whats lurking around the corner.
I don't ever want to see confetti again. Maybe this is a girls way of thinking, but I thought I would get one act against me to make it even, you know an eye for an eye. Apparently the mans way of thinking is an eye for an eye, arm, leg, other eye and then you just have to see what else.
Lesson learned!! .
***** KC******
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