As I wandered into the office this morning, rummaging through my bag:
Me: Crapnuts, I think I have some bad news.
Trusty Assistant (in her signature smug tone): Let me guess. You forgot your office keys.
Me: No, Miss OCD-Virgo-who-has-never-forgotten-or-misplaced-a-single-thing-in-her-entire-life, I did NOT forget my keys….. It’s my wallet.
TA: What about it.
Me: I took it out to file and pay taxes online last night.
TA (with her judgmental eyebrow cocked): File your taxes…. In October.
Me: Shush you, Miss File-in-January-and-miss-all-the-fun-of-an-extension-hanging-over-your-head-for-six-months! UHH! I remember holding it in my hand and thinking ‘I’ve GOT to get this back in my bag.’ GAH! I am so pissed at myself.
TA: Well now, why would you need your wallet?
Me: Lunch? Remember we’re going to Rio?
TA: Yes, but do YOU remember that it’s Bosses Day and I’m buying.
Me: That’s totally not necessary. And would only encourage my witchy ways. Oh! Here it is in the tax binder! Geez, I am SUCH a dork!
TA: Okay. I’ll give you that one.
She is darn lucky it isn’t Administrative Professional’s Day because her smart mouth would cost her some very good Mexican food.And no, I will NOT admit to her that I forgot my office keys.