Yesterday morning, before I went to our weekly ass-crack-of-dawn meeting, I got an urgent voicemail from Vee: “Look. Under. Your keyboard.”
It was a Hershey bar, wrapped with care:
I love Vee.
Today Top Secret Work Crush gave me finger guns. If he keeps doing that we’ll totally have to break up.
I also found out that I’m somebody else’s Work Crush. So I gave him finger guns.
I’ve been listening to Virgin Radio UK at work, and it plays like my dream Ipod. Wow.
Tonight, my crush and I get to dog-sit a big goofy precious boxer!!!
It’s really nice being somebody’s Last Call Of The Day. It’s amazing what can happen when someone wishes you “sweet dreams”.