Workaholic Friday Aug.25.2005
Today, like I didn’t have enough to do, my secretary buzzes me. Yanni’s on the phone. I debated whether I should pick up the call. I didn’t feel like cooking, nor did I want to get into any mess with her. I should have been shouting T.G.I.F., but I couldn’t. The peons, *heeheehee* who work [...]