Holy Crap!

Suddenly, I have to work all day. I didn't sign up for this!

god, jetsetting can be tiring.

hey girls.
chicago was FLAWLESS. that city might - in fact - be patsy's new playground.
I am back, with an extra shot in the latte to keep me going this morning.

how was everybody's weekend? and prudy -- tonight? e-mail a sistah.

hasta kittens,
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odds and ends

penelope: welcome back. and welcome to scott's life of balancing the silly mens. good job.
prudy: must get deets on the ejection seat you seem to have installed for houseguests. good job.

question of the day: is it wrong to want to sleep with your office's courier?

ejected!!!

ladies,
john jacob jingleheimerschmidt is now "on the bus."
that's right.
gone.
history.
thanks for coming out. appreciate you playing.
oh, and by the way, make sure you at least feign interest in the next guy.

miss america is moving the pageant to Vegas. niiiiiiice.

so now, the dance card is down to one... but the one doesn't deserve "solo status" on the date rotation. SO, it's time to stalk down another candidate. THAT operation commences tonight at a fancy party. standby for updates.

uh, by the way, where's penelope? she disappeared off in her RV o' Luv and hasn't been heard from since.....?

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tiny animal mania

so, i'm obsessed with butterstick the panda. we all know this.
today's mission: obtain credentials for media preview day.

in the meantime, check this out: http://justalittleguy.blogspot.com

oh, and by the way...

I had to turn down an invitation to a birthday party this weekend, as I will be in Chicago... fucking the brains out of the birthday girl's brother-in-law. We met at her wedding... where he was the best man... and I was the one sleeping with him on the wedding night.

She doesn't know about the wedding.
She doesn't know we're still in touch.
She doesn't know I'm heading to Chicago.
She doesn't know her brother-in-law is gay.

This is fun.

Le Update

hello, girls.
sorry to have been out of blogging loop lately. work expects me to work.
here's the latest on patsy's lay-a-ways from ManMart:

1.) john jacob jingleheimerschmidt (his name is my name, too.): dealt himself out of the game on saturday. nice conversation over dinner about his career, his day, his hopes, dreams, goals... after it was done, he asked *nothing* about me. *nothing.* i have to call him this week and end it... weigh in, girls. should I?

2.) radio robb: good, thus far. due to scheduling conflicts, i won't see him 'til next week, and he's cool with that.

3.) zack / derek / lego maniac: called him sunday. he said he'd call me back. it's now tuesday morning. fuck it.

so, we've cleared the dance card to one... and I need to get at least one more on there. i'm not entirely sure robb deserves to be the only one right now.

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False Alarm!

There are no real shenanagans at the office today, just some over reaction to a stupid move by staff. Details offline if anyone cares (you really shouldn't).

What is up with Tallulah?

Patsy,
That's what I am calling him. Update please.

My Life as an Intern

Without my knowledge or consent, my job has been reduced to that of an intern. This afternoon, I copied an entire two inch binder of materials, hole punched them (we don't have three hole punch paper) and then created nine tabs for the materials.

The best thing about it is that I finally got to use an electronic hole puncher instead of the manual kind!

YEA, me!

Just what we need! Another level of management!

So, no surprises. Patsy's old boss got promoted to some made-up position, leaving him with a new boss. Which means, in fact, Patsy now is the proud owner of 5 -- count 'em -- 5 bosses. Two I never talk to. Three I talk to almost hourly, given that they're all in New York. So, Patsy's backing up the crew in Jordan this afternoon. Behold the exchange:

"Hey guys! Here's the script. Let me know what you'd like me to do with it."

Three seperate e-mail replies, one per manager, nobody cc'ed:
Manager A: "Go ahead and put it together to feed."
Manager B: "No need to put it together. Charlie's almost to the feed point."
Manager C: "Stand by."

Patsy gets all three on a conference call:

"I'm happy to go ahead, stand down, or stand by. Just tell me which one it is."

Good Times

This morning, I am in charge of finding "mid-range" restaurants outside of NYC for the Boss to have lunch in sometime. So glad I got an MBA and $140K in debt to use a Zagat's.

Apparently

it was warm enough today to run errands in booty shorts. who knew?

A Blue Mountain Morning...

Damn, Prudy.
That's some TASTY COFFEE.

whew.

so, new york was a whirlwind. worth discussing though. i'm still processing parts of it. but, overall, a good trip. mama's tired, and having to package the prez in south america today. blech.

missed you both.

Brain Atrophy

How long can I work a job where I do nothing all day before my brain completely atrophies and I am unable to work at all?

Thoughts?

whoops.

client dinner last night with folks from japan. the sake and beer flowed like water. i was sitting across from one of the only americans that works with them... a handsome, handsome young gentleman with incredible eyes and a smile that lights up his face. we drink and converse for the better part of an hour before - WHAM - he mentions just having finished a trip... with his GIRLFRIEND. I was like, "perhaps you know a certain grad student - slash - retail sales person I like to stalk. I bet you guys are in the same boat."

Off to New York tonight, back late tomorrow night... around on Friday, in FredVegas Sat & Sun, back Sunday night for the shows with John Jacob JingleheimerSchmidt.

peace out!!
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