Week Three- "Over It"

I am so ready to not ever step foot in this building again.

I hate being around the most absurdly put together people on a day when I just don't feel like getting dressed.

I'm sick of smiling at obnoxious middle aged men that call me "lady".

Mostly, I am just so tired of having to act like I care, when guess what? Nope, I don't.

I just want to be freeeeeee.

It's funny how differently people my age and people of an older generation view this whole situation. When I was deciding whether I should take on this Bossdom, all of my friends/peers told me to screw these corporate bastards and run! Those a mere 5-10+ years older than me advised me to be responsible, be the boss, and leave here on a lovely note.

To the 35+ gang: I know, this is such a great opportunity! Being The Boss will look so great on my resume and after I stick it out for these three months, I'm going to feel so great and will really deserve my adventure time.

Sure.

To my under 30 peeps: Yes, eff them all. You're right, I should have quit when I had the chance. And yes, thank you for agreeing that the fact the my boss named her son Leo is creepy and sacrilegious.

Really, I'm just being grumps today because it's hot out and my spring wardrobe game is not up to par. My outfit yesterday basically looked like this:

 what is happening???

Everything will be fine though. Probably next week I'll be all like, "Omg, I love being Boss!" Ya know?

In the meantime, I'll just watch the Shiba Inu 6 live stream for hours and hours.

wahhhhh

The Countdown Continues

It's amazing what you can accomplish when you stop procrastinating! 

I am leaving work a little early so I can catch a train out of town tonight, and I was feeling stressed this morning about getting everything I needed to get done, done. Of course I had put most of my weekly duties off until today, instead spending hours searching the internet for the perfect tapestry slipper loafer (not yet been located, I'll be in touch). So when I arrived at work this morning, I got right down to business. No blog reading, no online shopping, no g-chatting (okay, a little g-chatting), just straight WORKING. And guess what happened? All done by 11:30! Plenty of time left in the day to mindlessly stare at my computer screen! 

The official count as of today is 53 work days/ 77 life days left in my reign. I can make it right? This week has actually been so boring. Probably the best thing that happened was finding a fountain soda machine filled with BOYLANS! How many cream sodas do you think a person can drink in 53 days?

click on it I guess

xo,

The Boss

ps. how do you make a gif work without clicking on? 

The Boss' Dilemma

As part of the deal I made with myself for enduring idiocy for an additional 3 months, I decided I'm going to live large. Presents! Dinners! Karaoke! For Me, Love Me kind of stuff.

But when do you say "when"?

I mean, I KNOW $750 is a lot of money. Thats like probably a whole month on the open road (I actually have no idea how much it costs on the open road). But this is the fashion industry! And who knows if I will ever work in it again, let alone be boss of it! So really, this could be my only chance in life to rationalize a purchase like this. And when I say "this" I mean this:

BEHOLD

They are just. so. beautiful. It actually pains me. Like, I'm in pain right now I want them so badly. 

So, do I take my one chance in life to buy Prada, or do I make the responsible choice once again? 

Oy, the decisions of a boss are never easy. 

Week 1 Round Up

After one full week of being boss, I feel... taller? Maybe it's this new desk chair or maybe I am finally becoming a ballerina, but I am definitely sitting up a little straighter. 


I went to a wedding last year and was talking to this girl who was around my age (young and still cute, thank you very much!). She asked me what I did and I told her, though I’m not going to tell you because I am trying really hard to stick to this whole anonymous thing. Anyway, she totally swooned and said I was just like the lead actress in a rom-com and that I totally had a dream life. Duh, it wasn’t true, but I let her think it anyway because how often do you get to pretend to be fancy? 

Well, today I do kind of feel like I’m living in a movie. I mean being boss is sort of so weird. It’s AWESOME to be able to tell people what to do, but I can’t really believe that I get to. I find myself saying my please and thank-yous WAY too much, which in my experience is not the bossly thing to do at all. I think I need to work on my bitch face.

Mostly I feel like a romcomtress because it’s been a long week and I can’t wait to get home, kick my shoes off, and eat ice cream on the couch with my dog while watching Friday Night Lights. And yes, most likely there will be tears involved. I mean, Tim Riggins is going to jail!

Anyway, this week I give being the boss an 8.5 on the richter scale. It is 5:51 on a Friday and I'm calling it a day. Because that's my call to make. Because, did you hear? I'M THE BOSS!

WHO

Me! But, who is me, right? This blog is so mysterious! If I ever want to be employed again (nope), I am guessing I should keep it that way. Basically, I am one person (m or f? It's a secret!) who is filling in for a 3 month maternity leave as THE BOSS. I sold my soul for $2000 and now I’m gonna blog about it.

Today is day 3 of bossing. That means I have 82 life days/59 work days until I hand in my resignation and start the great escape twenty-eleven. God, I can taste the sun, and sand, and cheese, and HAPPINESS. 

Here is a re-cap of Boss Week #1 thus far:

Monday April 11, 2011

I spend ¾ of the day trying to get my email to load in my new office. Yep, office. With a view. Of other people’s offices.

Tuesday April 12, 2011

I file my taxes…though maybe wrong?

I also book my hotel room for my first friend wedding.

Basically, this day was way too adult for me.

And today, Wednesday April 13, 2011

We’ll today, diary, I started a blog.

Of course there were 3545634 emails and phone calls and fake smiles in between all that stuff, because, I mean, common, I’M THE BOSS.