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February 11, 2010

At the office.

I am cold so I am wearing my awesome Nightmare Before Christmas gloves. My socks were bothering my knee so I had my pant leg pulled up. My cleaning lady walked in and gave me a funny look. She then asked me if I had a party. Puzzled (and wondering what my gloves and sock had to do with a party) I said, “wha?” She then pointed to the confetti under my desk that I spilled out of my hold punch earlier. I laughed. “Yes. A party in my pants.”

She gave me a nasty look and walked away. I have no idea how she didn’t find my lame joke even a little amusing. I look like an idiot and have confetti under my desk. COME ON!

I am 99% sure she will try to avoid cleaning this late at night going forward.

1 year ago • Notes