The Daily Antics of a Hopeless Meanderer

Mutant me, much like "Mini me", only not as cute

As soon as the words passed my lips I could feel myself regretting them. Why in the name of all things sane, would I ask such a question if not under the influence of hallucinogenic drugs? In retrospection (or rather retro-hearing, I suppose) the echo still resounds. "So, Missy, in light of the fact that Monday is labor day, would it actually be alright if I came in a few hours to catch up from Friday and not let it build up for Tuesday? It would be on my own time, of course, I just wanted to make sure security knew that I would be using my ID badge as well as key to the office." Geez, all signs point to the fact that I'm pathetically and socially challenged. I may as well walk around with a huge neon sign around my neck and adorn myself with a tiara and matching wrist bands reading "PARIAH". I could just join Baton Bob around the neighborhood in our own little parade. Wait, except he hates me, and I'd probably frighten little children. Scratch that idea.

posted by Sheila @ 9/02/2004 05:09:00 PM