The Pink Shoe Diaries

right now, i should be sipping whiskey, shmoozing with my c.y. friends and being fabulous at the johnnie walker party at felt tonight. i would have work my black arden b halter top and my black wide leg gap pants. i would have engaged in scintillating conversations and gotten as drunk as brad did last year, when he thought his car was stolen and called the police when in reality he had forgotten what kind of car he drove.

but no,

i am sitting in the dark study, wearing the black and pink shirt i wore to work, my ripped grey sweatpants and leopard slippers. i am sniffly. i am coughy. i am no fun.

having a cold is for suckas, the only silver lining is that tylenol cold/severe congestion makes me feel coked up, which i sort of was enjoying at work today. with nancy gone i am pretty much left to my own devices and truth be told i am starting to enjoy it, although my productivity level has gone down a bit. ah well, no harm no fowl.

my new project at work is getting as many sites as possible to link to my company's site ("it's all about relevance" michael is always saying). now initially i had been going about this the cheap way and asking other sites to exchange links with us (doing reciprocal links is the cheapest way to go). but today i because a more heavily armed internet warrior; michael gave me the company credit card and commanded " go to!" and i was off, pay-palling it up and ensuring that BREG is everywhere you look when you type "Boston Real Estate" in Google. when michael returned to the office, i said to him "just so you know, i bought us a link at Saks...you know, so if Saks 5th Avenue shows up on your statement then that's what it is" (i thought this was hilarious!) michael looked at me sideways and basically threatened my life...in a mostly serious way. ooookay! the fact that i am utterly hilarious is sometimes lost on people, although i don't know why.

i am funny, damnit.