Thursday, April 19, 2007

pizza PIZAZZ!

There's a meeting going on next door to my cube. It's open-air, they're not in a conference room. There are ten pizza boxes that are labeled with "FOR THIS MEETING ONLY, PLEASE!" I walked over, opened one and took a piece. A virgin piece from a VIRGIN pie. All the meeting attendees turned and watched and knew they couldn't get their pizza until Dickhead up front stops talking. Dickhead couldn't yell at me because he's a rep from a software company and they're trying to sell us something. I've forgotten because I'm so used to freelancing, but when you're working late you feel really entitled. I can't wait to kick the janitor. He should be here shortly.

2 comments:

Jess said...

Erin, I love your way. Every day.

Karla said...

Is that a photo of Mr. Penix-Johnson?