Monday started off pretty good. Slept in. Found acceptable outfit fairly easily. Even blow-dried hair (huge bloody feat). No longer rough as a badger’s ass. Awesome.
Get to office. Pretend to be busy. Check emails. Make coffee. Smugly think to self: Only 3 more days until resignation effective. All is more than wonderful.
Then I check Facebook. Frikken Facebook:
You have been tagged in 3 photos
Oh God.
Frikken terrible photos. Terrible. Remove bloody tag.
Come now, people. Have some compassion. Have exes, colleagues, family etc that check Facebook. Have reputation to maintain. No need to tag me in compromising positions in dodgy locations. People don’t need to know my real self (scary).
Day ruined. Need to do damage control.
Update:
Day has gotten worse.
Colleague comes up to me now, double takes, stares and says:
Are you drunk? Whats wrong with your eyes? (I can't help if eyes red and made worse by bite under eye received last night by mosquito)
Great, just great. Someone want to take a photograph?
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Sheesh, facebook photos. A friend just posted one where I look the spitting image of Walter Matthau. Where's the love?
Walter Matthau? Ouch. Dude, I don't know. I will ask again: Where is the love??? This world we live in...
fush and chips: I spose looking like good ol Walter aint so bad ... so long as you a guy that is ... if you a chip u got more issues than you imagine ...
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