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These are some of my favorite posts. Some may be silly and short, but they’re ones I was happy to share!

A Conversation With A Stranger

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I had the most amazing conversation with my Lyft driver this morning. I was hesitant at first; being late for work as usual, and once again refusing to take the bus. So when this older gentleman pulled into the driveway in a mini-van, after driving maybe 10 miles an hour down my street, I thought “here we go” as I got in.

When I gave him the route I wanted him to take, the same route I always give, he told me about how I can plug all that into the app now, effectively making any conversation between passenger and driver unnecessary… Okay- I can see this being helpful sometimes; in an Uber when I plan to sit in the back and don’t want to give directions, or when maybe drunkenly trying to get home on the weekend, but I always sit in the passenger seat when I Lyft, and in my opinion conversation is the best part. I told him as much, and he turned to me, smiled, and started to talk:

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We Need to Talk About What Happened At My Desk Today

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If you’ve ever met me you know I’m always slightly NSFW. I swear, and I’m good at it: “Well damn” and “shit” are for beginners, I like to get creative (picture a redheaded Debora Morgan, sans gun). In addition to the swearing, I’m loud, I may or may not have issues with authority, and my neckline isn’t always work appropriate… BUT I’m usually pretty good about keeping the contents of my computer screen PG/PG-13 (at least at the office). Until today, that is..

It started with this:

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You know those friends that are so amazing that part of you wishes you could shove them inside your body and keep them there with you forever? The ones that know you better that you know yourself? Well one of those sent this to me last week. Bitch. Not only did she send it to me in an email she has continued to send it to me, and I her. It has more or less replaced “LOL” in out chat conversations:

E: Portland was great, super nice weather

S: I was actually bored this weekend! I planned it that way. So good.

E: Lazy.

S:

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E: STOP SENDING HIM TO ME!! RDJ TURNS MY BRAIN OFF!

etc.

Today a friend and I decided she needed a taste of her own medicine – and set off to find a .gif that would shut her down like RDJ does me.

Ladies- you’re welcome in advance for the flurry of back and forth links that flew through our chats and onto my work screen:

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Suffice it to say, I found it very hard to get back to actual “work” afterwards, especially since sending them all to my coworkers made complete sense at the time…

Sorry, not sorry.

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I’m Only Having Two Drinks Tonight – and the ones at the office don’t count

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Why it’s Tuesday you say? We should celebrate!

Then comes the next days hangover.

You crawl out of bed, at 8:30, no one will miss you first thing. Brushing your teeth is too loud. Oh happy Advil!

Wearing yesterdays makeup, a sloppy bun, and legging as pants, you slink to your car. Fuck you MUNI. You probably shouldn’t be driving, but fuck you MUNI. You pull into the overly priced parking lot across from your office, (you should really stop driving EVERY day; LYFT is great in the morning, so’s UberX when you can get it. You refuse to get regular Uber just to go to work. Except that one time… And that other one. Fuck you MUNI) and you proceed to your red bricked, exposed ceiling, open floor planned, office.

In your offices full stocked kitchen you stop and think about your life, and think about your choices, while you debate making coffee, using the keurig, or the nespresso.  Thank GOD there is Kombucha in the fridge. You need a coconut water, and a sando. The office doesn’t get breakfast on Wednesday. Shit.

You chat a little with your coworkers. You make a crack about your poor life choices to your office bestie. And then you sit.

Your first two hours are a blur. You check your Facebook, your favorite tumblrs, your email. You gchat how hungover you are to EVERYONE you know. Check your email. Get another coffee. Update your status: “Hit the sauce a little hard last night. Ouch.” Everyone comments. Comment strings are your own personal chat rooms where everyone you went to high school with can see how amazingly witty you are, and be jealous of your fantastic life.

What did you agree to do last night? Your entire weekend is now booked. Face palm.

Your whole body aches. You debate postmating yourself a sandwich for lunch. Nah. You’ll eat the catered office food, why waste your money? You watch two games of ping pong. Your friend sends you a youtube link that is amazing and profound. You send it to everyone you know. You check your email. You buy those moccasins you saw last night online, overnight shipping, you want them now.

You finally start to feel like yourself again; it was that afternoon Cento and the second coconut water.

You’re getting ready to head home for a quiet night. You check your email.

Impromptu happy hour at Tres. Ugh! Sure, you’ll go. But you’ll only have two drinks.

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