Cubicle life sucks. Yesterday we had a 30 minute meeting regarding birthday cakes. It came to our attention that unless we can share said birthday cake with the entire department, we shall not bring in any birthday cake. Apparently someone (some pathetic tard) had complained that they hadn't received any cake.
After that, I went home and proceeded to celebrate my awful day with the perfect afternoon.
3 episodes of Mad Men.
1 bag of Cheetos.
Fatness at my side.
After that, I spent the better part of my day pretending I was living in Manhattan and that I was Don Draper's sexatary. We left the office to have cocktails and cigarettes in a dark booth. He told me he was leaving Betts for me. I softly whispered "alright Don" and then I slowly stood up so he could appraise my pencil skirt and heels with his eyes, I gently took his manicured masculine hand and we walked off into the land of skyscrapers with his arm around my waist. End scene.