Q is for Quit
Okay, so recap:
1. Last week, my wedding caterer quit.
2. Yesterday, one of my favorite coworkers quit.
3. Today, one of my authors quit.
After receiving this last bit of news, I did the only thing I knew how to do:
I took the elevator to the ground floor.
I walked out onto the sunny streets and looked up at the blue sky.
I walked to the nearest Tasti D-Lite.
I ordered a big cup of Cake Batter ice cream--complete with rainbow sprinkles.
I walked to a nearby park, sat on a bench in the sunshine, and ate it.
I sat still for a moment or two, and let New York happen around me.
I feel a little bit better now.
1. Last week, my wedding caterer quit.
2. Yesterday, one of my favorite coworkers quit.
3. Today, one of my authors quit.
After receiving this last bit of news, I did the only thing I knew how to do:
I took the elevator to the ground floor.
I walked out onto the sunny streets and looked up at the blue sky.
I walked to the nearest Tasti D-Lite.
I ordered a big cup of Cake Batter ice cream--complete with rainbow sprinkles.
I walked to a nearby park, sat on a bench in the sunshine, and ate it.
I sat still for a moment or two, and let New York happen around me.
I feel a little bit better now.
posted by east side girl at 1:56 PM
5 Comments:
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I'm so sorry!!!
Ekk!!!
A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do! Rainbow sprinkles are my favorite.
oh my! your caterer quit after all that hooplah with the napkins?? i think that's more upsetting than the work stuff. i think the ice cream was exactly the right remedy.
wtf!?!? your caterer quit? how does that happen? have you replaced her?
i'm so sorry!! that is shitty!
ice cream is the cure all!
Well, now you can use spiceboy's food, right?
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