The Pink Shoe Diaries

today is such a "no" day for me . everyone is like "can you help me with this?" "NO", "can you order more of this?" "NO!". i think the only thing i said yes to is "do you want to go get some drinks at lunch?"


but that is neither here nor there (haha danielle). it's another lovely friday and i am oh so glad. this week has pretty much blown fron beginning to end. i will not regale you with any more stories complaining about work, but suffice it to say that yesterday the idea of jamming a pen in my ear was infinitely more appealing than spending one more minute at my desk.


yesterday i was driving home from the T station, blasting Rick Springfield with my windows down when an older man pulled up next to me at a red light. He motioned over to me and, thinking he needed directions, i turned my music down and leaned towards him. "Hey!" he said "Why do you need to have your music so loud!?" for lack of somtehing more witty to say, I replied with "Because I do what i want!" and turned the music right back up. It was somewhat like those old Grey Poupon commercials, and i say somewhat because although there was no dijon mustard involved, it did involve yelling into someone else's car, and a constipated-looking old man.