Bimbo Day
At work now, and again, I have nothing to do, and I am bored outta my skull.
On the bright (possibly dark) side, my supervisor has just informed me that I will be officially taking over our corporate accounts next week. So at least I won’t be bored to death, but unfortunately I’ll actually have to start earning my salary.
So last night I was out with Nethia the Makkel (finally saw the bitch) and her colleagues Mark and Zakiya. Had some much-needed alcohol and cigarette therapy and went home at midnight exhausted but as cheery as could be.
And as promised, Mark, I shall blog about your lighter. He has this amazingly, almost disgustingly cute Popeye lighter which he got in Japan, and I fell totally in love with it. So much so that I rather embarrassed myself going into full-fledged hysterical bimbo mode: “So cute!!! Oh my God!!! I love it!!! So cute!!!” punctuated with high-pitched squeals a la Jessie.
Come to think of it, yesterday was pretty much a bimbo day for me. One of my colleagues, who’d been on maternity leave, came into the office in the afternoon with her 6-week-old baby whom I swear, is one of the cutest and biggest babies I’ve seen at that age.
So the entire office was cooing over him, including me, and I carried him for a while, which was fabulous since he was fussing a little at that time, but the moment I cuddled him he stopped crying. And he even smiled up at me! And that was the moment I went into bimbo mode in the office in front of all my colleagues. How utterly embarrassing.
A few of my colleagues reckon it must have been my ample bosom and full-fleshed arms that settled the baby down. I’m inclined to agree, actually. The baby was turning his head towards my chest a few times and opening his mouth in an attempt to suckle.
Well, at least I know that in the future, my kids are not going to whine and fuss and cry too much (or at least, I’m desperately hoping not).
On the bright (possibly dark) side, my supervisor has just informed me that I will be officially taking over our corporate accounts next week. So at least I won’t be bored to death, but unfortunately I’ll actually have to start earning my salary.
So last night I was out with Nethia the Makkel (finally saw the bitch) and her colleagues Mark and Zakiya. Had some much-needed alcohol and cigarette therapy and went home at midnight exhausted but as cheery as could be.
And as promised, Mark, I shall blog about your lighter. He has this amazingly, almost disgustingly cute Popeye lighter which he got in Japan, and I fell totally in love with it. So much so that I rather embarrassed myself going into full-fledged hysterical bimbo mode: “So cute!!! Oh my God!!! I love it!!! So cute!!!” punctuated with high-pitched squeals a la Jessie.
Come to think of it, yesterday was pretty much a bimbo day for me. One of my colleagues, who’d been on maternity leave, came into the office in the afternoon with her 6-week-old baby whom I swear, is one of the cutest and biggest babies I’ve seen at that age.
So the entire office was cooing over him, including me, and I carried him for a while, which was fabulous since he was fussing a little at that time, but the moment I cuddled him he stopped crying. And he even smiled up at me! And that was the moment I went into bimbo mode in the office in front of all my colleagues. How utterly embarrassing.
A few of my colleagues reckon it must have been my ample bosom and full-fleshed arms that settled the baby down. I’m inclined to agree, actually. The baby was turning his head towards my chest a few times and opening his mouth in an attempt to suckle.
Well, at least I know that in the future, my kids are not going to whine and fuss and cry too much (or at least, I’m desperately hoping not).
posted by Sheena @ 10:58 AM
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