10 Things I Love Most About…

9 10 2007


…my brand spankin’ new office.

So last week my boss came up to me and told me that she was moving me from the office I had set up in our department fileroom into my very own office. So, since I’m in a list making mood (as previous posts have shown) here’s my top ten reasons I love most about my new office.

1. I’m not right across the hallway from the big boss of our building.
2. I’m nowhere near his ASSistant anymore, thank the good Lord for that one.
3. I have a bigger desk where I can pile more junk on top of. =)
4. I have a bookshelf, one that’s filled with whatever I WANT…and I’ve got some books for lunchtime reading on there.
5. I can listen to my music louder than I could before with the big boss only a door away from me.
6. I’ve got my OWN printer, no more sharing with others.
7. My scanner is situated right beside me so I don’t have to jump up to grab my papers from on top of the file cabinets.
8. Did I mention that I’m far, FAR away from the big boss’s ASSistant?
9. I love my new neighbors especially….
10. SCOTT, who sits directly across from me and asked me about my blog this morning, hehe, goodness, he’s so cutie!

I’m coming up, ya’ll…alright, I gotta stop messing around because I need to take some trainings for work, but hehe…not only can I get on Blogger at work again but I GOT A NEW OFFICE YA’LL…I LOVE THIS BUSINESS!





Dear Co Worker Friend,

25 05 2007


Yesterday when I came into your office, I was being my usual everyone loves Rowena self and making everyone laugh and looking pretty spiffy if I say so myself when I noticed sitting in the corner, was a good looking guy that I’ve never seen before in my life.

He was not looking at me, nor was he paying any attention to me so I turned to you and nodded in his direction, giving you the raising my eyebrow in question, who is that and where did he come from look that you know I only give you when I’m like, DAMN WHO IS THAT? and want to know who the hell he is. I know you saw that look because you shook your head real quick like and said, “No.”

It was your No that caught his attention because he looked up and saw me. He smiled. I smiled back at him and then you were forced to introduce us and he stood up.

I liked what I saw.

A lot.

He seemed to like what he saw too if the way his smile spread across his face all slowly while he took in stock. His look made me all giddy and yippee inside, bringing on a slow burn that I knew I was going to like.

And even though you introduced me as “The Polynesian” instead of the name my Mom and Dad gave me, I wasn’t caring because he was smiling and he had such a cutie smile. I tried to stay as long as I could but since he was there to do a job with the other two guys that he came with and they were waiting for him, we had to cut our little flirt fest short and since my business in your office was done, I was forced back to my upstairs domain and we weren’t able to cross paths, so I didnt see him for a good deal of the day.

Turns out he was out here from the East Coast auditing your department for our Business Unit. So he was pretty busy since he was only going to be in town for yesterday, which explained why I didn’t see him all that often considering he was in the SCIF the whole day and I’m not allowed to go in there since I’m not cleared.

But I knew he was downstairs, with you and I knew that because you’re my friend, you were trying to hook me up, because you know, I’d do the same for you.

So imagine my surprise when we were talking after work and I asked about him and you changed the subject. I was thinking, oh okay well maybe I was forgettable. Whatever, I guess, damn, but oh well. And then while I’m standing outside waiting for you, playing on my phone (texting with Chelsea), I notice that his friends are sitting in the car waiting for him and you walk out with him, talking and laughing and I can tell you’re being fake because that wasn’t your real laugh you gave him and when he saw me, I saw him smile and I know my face lit up but I didn’t say anything because you made it seem like he wasn’t interested, he said to me that it was nice to meet me and I said the same to him, then he put his hand out for me to take and I took it, I took it and asked him when he was leaving for home and he said that his flight was leaving today in the morning and when I told him that it was too bad, I really meant it because damn, he was really cute. He had cute blue eyes and he was tall and cutesy but in my head I was thinking, damn he’s not for me….because YOU MADE IT SEEM LIKE HE WASN’T INTERESTED!

But today, I was talking to Nicole at the front desk and I was telling her about the guy from yesterday and how hot damn he looked good and she was agreeing with me up until I said, “Man, I saw him checking me out but I guess he’s married or something because he didn’t take any of my hints”

Imagine my surprise when Nicole says, “What? Girl he wanted you, he was asking Sharon all these damn questions about you about where you’re from, what nationality you are, he said that you were really cute and he wanted your number, but Sharon said no, you weren’t interested. Hell, if I knew I would’ve hooked you up. But Sharon said you didn’t want to talk to him.”

So my question to you, my dear friend Sharon is…

WHY?

I asked you what happened and you said, “Nothing happened.” And you changed the subject, you made me think he wasn’t interested, that he said NOTHING about me and yet that wasn’t the case at all? Is it because you wanted him for yourself and he didn’t want you, is that why you’ve brought on the cockblockin’? Is that what this is all about?

Oh hold on, you’re calling me right now, I’m bout to ask you right the hell now.

Alright, I’m back and your answer was, “Because he’s an asshole.”

Oh hell to the no.

He had a nice ass to me, but now I won’t get to know him or anything because he went back home and I’m here and I don’t have his number or his last name and you keep telling me I’d be better off without him.

What the flip?

I’m so pissed at you right now I could spit and I don’t want to spit because I’m sitting at my desk and that’s just gross but dude, Sharon…that guy was fine. Don’t call me for lunch today because you’re eating by your damn self today and you can just forget about me sharing David Beckham with you EVER AGAIN.

Hater. I hate haters.

-Wena.





His Name Is Scott.

3 05 2007


He works with me and I have a crush on him.

I’m not talking, I think he’s hot stuff and I want to do him kind of crush but, well, yeah I do think all those things but with Scott, it’s different.

I like him.

He’s this really cool guy, he’s a bit older than me (Ames, you know how we are with those older mens) ..mid 30’s, he’s tall, handsome and well, he’s not dark because he’s a white boy but he’s still very handsome. He’s the exact opposite of me though, he’s very mature and very reserved, whereas I’m very bubbly, happy all the time and free spirited I guess you can say.

It’s kind of wierd though.

Most everyone that I work with thinks he’s stuck up and weird. They say he’s not friendly and not sociable, which I can understand, because he’s seems to be really shy. But what I find very funny is that there are two admins in our department (yes he’s in my department) and one of us admins has a grip of things that we’re responsible for and the other one takes the other grip load of things and takes care of those.

But Scott, well he comes to me for EVERYTHING.

No matter who is in charge of it, who’s area it is, he comes to me.

It pleases me to no end but royally pisses off the other admin. She has told me time and time again that Scott is an asshole and that she doesn’t want to help him anyway (which I know is a lie because we totally checked him out together on his first day here, he came over with the small company that we bought back in September, remember?) and when I told her, “Maybe, he just doesn’t like you.”

She got all pissy with me.

*snicker*

I think he’s a cutie patootie and he did something really sweet for me this morning at a meeting we both had to attend.

He came by my office and asked if I was still going to the meeting and I said, rather rushed, “Yeah, I could kill for a drink but if I take the time to go after I finish this, I’m gonna be late to the meeting.”

He disappeared and when I came into the meeting, he wasn’t in there either. But when he walked into the meeting, he dropped a Pepsi right in front of me and then took the seat right next to me.

I beamed at him and whispered, “THANKS!”

He just winked at me and my day was pretty much set.

He’s a sweetie pie like that and last week, my friend Nicole and I were walking out to our cars. We were just talking and shooting the breeze before heading home when we saw someone coming out of the gym, looking heavenly….and who was it????

..Scott of course, he waved at me and then hopped into his car and took off, I just had to tell Holly so I called her and told her all about hottie Scott, who only I think is hottie but I don’t care.

He’s not married, he’s single now and he’s yummy and he’s my eye candy at work.

So there you go, you nosy girls who wanted to know all about my crush.





Dear Wena’s Co Workers,

10 01 2007

I really like working with you guys, really I do but there are just some of you that ride my frickin’ nerves to the point where I want to poke your eyes out and then dig my heels into your foot and make you cry out in pain. I hate that I feel like this about some of you but seriously, get a clue!

Here are my main issues with you guys, please stop all of this at once and we’ll get along just fine…=) I hope.

  • The Parking Spots.

Where did you guys get your damn driver’s licenses from? I mean seriously, how frickin’ hard is it to park your stupid dumb ass car in between the two white lines? I promise you, that there’s ample room in between both lines to park you stupid little piece of shit, Honda Accord without double parking into the next parking slot which I cannot park in now because your car takes up BOTH parking slots. And there are so many of you stupid asses that don’t know how to park, you with the bright lime green sports car? If you don’t know how to back your car into the parking slot, then…DON’T. Because now you’re in two parking slots instead of just one….and you, with the big ass 15 seater van, there’s a reason why the words COMPACT are printed in between the white lines, it’s for SMALL CARS which I can assure you, your car IS NOT.

Ugh.

  • Break Time.

Stop coming around me and my friends when we’re standing in the hallway shooting the breeze and casually looking at your watch like you’re trying to reprimand us for talking on company time, I don’t go walking around you and your friends when you take your 20 “15 minute” breaks during the day so you can smoke your cigarettes. My 1 break in the hallway doesn’t even come close to the amount of company time you waste in the parking lot puffing on your cigarettes, I don’t say anything about you and your 20 breaks, don’t say anything about how long I stand in the hallway and chat with my friends…especially since you’ll only catch me in the hallway about once or twice during the business day…you on the other hand are taking your how many is it now cigarette break and it’s only what time? Yeah, that’s what I thought…mind your business.

  • Making Popcorn in the Breakroom.

Gone are the days of pouring the kernels into the pop corn popper and placing the bowl under the popcorn popper where the popcorn would fall into. We live in a day and age where we have microwave popcorn, where all you gotta do is take off the plastic surrounding the popcorn bag and place the bag into the microwave and press POPCORN and then wah lah, the popcorn pops itself and you have one piping hot bag of great popcorn. It’s not so hard right? After all the Microwave in our break room comes supplied with it’s very own EASY BUTTON just like in all those Staples commercial, except ours doesn’t say EASY it says POPCORN…why then, is everyone in this office building burning popcorn? Do you guys smell the foul scent in the air? It’s another idiot burning the popcorn. How hard is it to press POPCORN and let the microwave do the rest? My sister and I poppped popcorn last week and all we did was press the popcorn button and we had great and burn odor free popcorn, seriously…you should just try it one day…just go on ahead and press popcorn, we’ll all thank you for it. *rolls eyes*

  • The Women’s Room.

I find it very bothersome when people make idle chit chat with me in the women’s room BEFORE I go to the bathroom…ummm, I need to use the bathroom and I’m going to pee on your shoes if you don’t shut the hell up and let me go to the bathroom in peace. If you want to talk to me, talk to me in my office or in the breakroom but not while I’m running into the bathroom, hopping from one foot to the other trying desperately NOT to pee on your shoes because I promise you, one of these days, I won’t care and just piss all over your new cutesy wedges.

Ugh.

And finally…

  • Shoes.

Whoever is walking around the hallway without their shoes on, PLEASE PUT THEM BACK ON! You’re not helping those of us who have to walk in the hallway and smell the feet funk you leave behind. I nearly fainted from how gross it smelled in the hallway and really, I’ve already got to battle the funk of the burnt popcorn, adding your feet funk is enough to kill me. I’m ’bout to get ghetto up in the office building because you guys just don’t seem to notice that there is a funk in the air around here that wasn’t there before so please…PLEASE, for the love of God, PUT THEM DAMN SHOES BACK ON THEM DAMN DOGS because if I find you, I will get the clownin’ and it won’t be pretty….

Please, if you can steer clear of these things, I’d be one happy camper and I would’t scowl so much in the hallways when you see me, alrighty? Thanks bunches!

Sincerely,
Rowena





I Need To Vent!

28 12 2006


So back in September, our company bought out a small business company and we’re in the process of merging both companies into one big, gigantic powerhouse company. All of the small business people moved into our building and a lot of our people moved to different parts of the building. Our AR department got moved downstairs as did our HR department, some of our direct businessmen got shipped to the next building and this is all in the hopes that we’d stop being two different companies and start being one company, united. We’re supposed to be this great big happy family, right?

Wrong.

I’ve heard nothing but complaints from people in our company about how rude and disrespectful their people are and their people don’t smile and say anything to our people when we cross paths in the hallway.

Let’s just say that the happy merge the higher uppers were hoping for is just not going to happen…not anytime soon anyway.

Now me, personally I say hi to everyone in the hallway, whether you’re from their company or ours, I’ll say hi to you because you guys brought donuts for us to eat last week and man, NO ONE has done that here in such a long time…myself included. LOL. Now, my friends have all had their complaints about this stupid shit from this department and that stupid shit from that department but I’ve always been the one that said, “Well, she was nice to me.”

Not today.

Okay, I’m the Contracts Department Admin and the department fax machine is in my office. When faxes come in, I usually just run them over to whoever it belongs to, since its just down the hall. I don’t have to do it, but I do because I’m nice like that. Now, if the owner of the fax is on the phone, I’ll quietly hand them the fax and they’ll take it, mouth a “thank you” and I’ll be on my merry way. I don’t try to converse with them while they’re on the phone, but I don’t ever use the Inbox outside my boss’ office, mainly because some of the stuff that gets faxed to them (both of my bosses, the boss and then my boss boss) shouldn’t be left around for just anyone to walk by and grab. They get mods for different contracts faxed to them, or memo’s from clients and well, they’ve always just said to hand it to them, so I do.

Well this new chick, we’ll call her Hoecakes from the small business company we bought out works in our building now, she works in the Contracts Department so I support her now as well. I’ve been told time and time again that she’s a bitch but I never believed it because she was always civil to me, she was never rude or disrepectful until today.

So Hoecakes gets a fax today and I walk it over to her office. When I get there, she’s on the phone so I’m trying to just hand it to her and leave but she won’t even acknowledge me. So I look for someplace to just set it down where she can see it, but her desk is littered with errant papers and there’s a folder holder on top of her desk like the one shown to the right.
While still on the phone, she points to that stupid folder holder. Does she want me to put it there? If I do, the papers are going to fall off, I mean, the thing is not level, there’s no way that it’ll stay right? So I try to just hand it to her and she then points to her door, so now I’m just thinking, “Would you just grab this shit and let me leave already?” So there I am, trying to just set the fax down when she sighs all loud like and says into the phone, “Can you hold on, Bob?”

She pierces me with this withering look that reminded me of the Wicked Witch from the Wizard of Oz and then she points to her door and says, “There’s a box hanging outside my door called an Inbox, why don’t you try using that sometime?”

What the eff?

I could only stand there and gape at her because I was blown away that she would talk to me that way. Now, I don’t know if that’s what they used back at her small business but that’s not how we do things here in the Contracts Department at OUR company, she don’t work for her company anymore, she works for OURS, so bitch you gotta do things OUR WAY…oh and before I could reply she snatches the fax out of my hands and barks out, “Just give it to me and get out”

Oh.Hell.No.

Did I say anything mean to her? Oh hell no.. Am I going to forget this little thing? You bet your bottom dollar that I won’t be forgetting this anytime soon and she wants to see bitch? I’ll show her bitch…

Stupid bitch.





What’s Stuck Up Her Ass?

6 12 2006


Ugh.

I have this friend here at work that I sometimes love to death because of the cool things she does for me and then I sometimes hate because she drives me insane.

Lately, she’s been doing a lot of driving me insane things more than the sweet things so I’m starting to really not like her. And really, it’s three main things that I just can’t stand about her and no amount of telling her about herself, aka checking her about those things has changed a hot damn thing and I’m just about ready to throw in the towel with it all.

I need to vent this out so I’m just going to list the things that she does that drives me up the wall and what I’ve tried to do to tame her ass down.

#1. The way she oogles hot guys.

When we first became friends, it was because we both shared a love for International hotties, I remember telling you guys a while back that a foreign accent melts my insides and every year, Mulu and I attend the IRB Rugby 7’s Tournament, which used to be held here in L.A. and this tournament is filled to the brim with international hotties. I invited her to come with us to the tournament and she happily agreed. When she got to the tournament, I swear Mulu wanted to strangle me. Not only is she stupid about the way she oogles guys, she’s so stupid that not only does she make the ones witnessing her oogling red in the face, she also has to go one step further and embarass the hell out of the guy she’s oogling. Like Eye Candy Dan. My friend Theresa used to have the hots for this guy that we know socially, named Dan. We dubbed him Eye Candy Dan because Therese thought he was really cute. Well, he was at the tournament we were at and sitting a few seats away from me and Mulu. We were all having a good time, cheering our team on and just joking around with each other when she notices Dan.

She couldn’t just tell us, “Dang, he looks good!” Like we’ve been doing all day long. Oh no, she’s got to stand up, stare him down until it looked as if she was sucking his soul from his body and then she’s gotta say, “I want a picture of him” She gets her camera phone out and hands it to Theresa and tells her to go and get a picture, by this time, EVERYONE and their Mom was embarrassed but does that deter her from her purpose? Oh no, she rushes Theresa over to take his picture and when Theresa stands up, Dan and his friends are standing as well and Dan is making a beeline out of the damn stadium with his snickering friends following close behind and you would think that that was the end of the story right? Oh hell no, my friend starts shrieking, “HE’S LEAVING, HE’S LEAVING, GET THE PICTURE GET THE PICTURE” like some damn lunatic. I could have drowned myself in the toilet, I was so frickin’ embarrassed.

But she’s like that with EVERY HOT GUY that comes into her line of vision. It’s super embarrassing when we see one of the Rugby guys that works with us. We’ll see him when we’re walking to the Cafeteria and he’ll always stop to say hi or whatever, but you can tell that he doesn’t want to because my friend stares him down and checks his ass out while he’s trying to say goodbye and walk away. Then there’s the Husband, who we all know that I want to marry (if he wasn’t already married) he’s very nice and friendly (which goes against everything I’ve heard about British people but there you go) and so I’m not sure if he’s just blind to the way she undresses him with her eyes or if he’s just used to, I’m thinking he’s used to everyone undressing him with their eyes since he’s so hot damn beautiful, but everytime he comes into the hallway and we see him, I try my hardest to run away before she can make an ass out of the both of us.

Ugh. It’s horrible.

#2. Her constant bitching.

The woman clearly has it in her brain that someone here in the office building is out to get her. Why? Because the guy she used to work with had this big grudge against her because he held her responsible for their boss getting laid off. If you asked me, the reason why their old boss got laid off was because the punk ass was never here. My friend did the work of both her boss and her own work and yet the boss was getting paid this insane amount of money to delegate ALL of her duties to my friend. It was common knowledge around here so why he holds my friend responsible for it, is beyond me but some people are just stupid you know? Well anyway, ever since her big boss got laid off and was replaced by the new loser who is her boss, she’s been very bitter about the way that the little man has turned everyone against her. Or so she thinks.

From an outsider’s POV, I think that all of this hogwash is totally in her head. No one treats her any different than they treat others, with polite indifference and yet she swears that everyone is out to get her. I have told her time and time again that nobody cares enough about her to do all of the stupid things she says they’re doing. So they didn’t say hi to you in the hallway? SO WHAT? They got really quiet when you walked into the room, SO WHAT? If they were talking about you, then let them do it, dont’ let them get you down because they’re stupid. You know that half of everything they’re saying isn’t true so why do you let yourself get down because of what they’re saying about you? LET IT GO…don’t let them dictate the way your day is going to turn out. I have told her so many times that she chooses to let them bother her, she chooses to stay pissed off at the world because of things she can’t control.

She’d be a lot happier if she’d just mind her own and just go on with her business. I know that there are people in this world that hate my guts, but I will not let them get me so riled that I’m going to be pissed off every minute of everyday. I don’t care about them so why should I let them bother me? That’s what they want. They want to make her miserable and she’s the dumb one that’s letting them.

No amount of talking will shut her up about all this crap either, she just loves to stew in her own misery. And I’m just about done with tolerating her shit. It gets really old having the same damn conversation about how much everyone hates you.

Ugh, shut up already. And that’s why her frickin’ ringtone when she calls me is SO WHAT by Field Mob and Ciara. It fits her perfectly, I think.

#3. She’s Miss Know It All.

She’s so consumed with her body image that it makes me sick. She is NOT skinny, she is NOT the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen but when she chooses her personality can make up for all of that stuff. I’m so tired of her telling me how pretty my hair is and how pretty my clothes are, how cute my shoes are and then telling me how fat she is and how ugly she is. It’s like, the way you present yourself to the world is how everyone is going to see you, Sharon.

She went out for this job and she didn’t get it, oh it was because she’s fat and ugly, she really thinks that the only way to get ahead in life is by being a skinny, pretty bitch. And I’m like, “How the hell do you figure that Sharon? If that’s true then what the hell is Bill Gates doing being rich? And Donald Trump? Do NOT tell me that you think he’s hot because according to you, only beautiful people can get jobs and get paid…”

I mean, seriously?

*rolls eyes*

Oh and because she’s got dark skin, she’s not black or anything, she’s just a foreigner from Panama, but because she’s “black” everyone thinks bad things about her before trying to get to know her. And before I met her, I had not heard one thing bad about her, but she swears that because she’s “black” everyone views her in a bad light. It’s like, “Where the hell do you get your crap from?”

If that’s the case, then why does everyone like and respect all of my other black friends at work? Why do they not have the same problems that you do? Me thinks the problem isn’t black people but YOU sweetie…seriously.

And you can’t tell the bitch anything either. She knows it all, so don’t think that you can teach her anything, because if it’s not something she wants to hear, she won’t hear it. We see a movie trailer for something, the first thing out of her mouth is some hogwash backstory on whatever it is the movie is about. We hear a song on the radio and she’ll tell you where Chris Brown got his inspiration from, it’s like, SHUT UP and listen to the damn song, SHEESH! You hand her a dollar bill and she’ll tell you what George Washington was thinking when he cut the cherry tree down.

It’s like SHOOT ME NOW!

We’re at a place in our friendship now, where I will bitch at her to just shut up. She says something smart and sarcastic about something, I’ll be sarcastic and bitchy right back to her, even if she says something about someone I dont’ like at work, I’ll still bitch at her. She thinks that everyone is nice to me at work, because my sister works here and she’s known as the Office Angel.

Bitch please, maybe they’re nice to me because I’m nice to them and I don’t view them as a potential backstabber before I’ve even talked to them. She’s driving me up the frickin’ wall, I stopped asking her to go to lunch, I’ve stopped answering my phone when she calls, because I just can’t be arsed to feel sorry for her anymore…that shit is OLD! And she knows that until she can get a hold on her attitude and her thoughts, I won’t be dealing with her anymore but I feel bad because without me there to steer her away from the people that I know don’t like her, she doesn’t have much else.

Which is why she’s moving to Florida just as soon as she’s done with school. And though part of me feels bad for her, because she’s all alone out here while her family is all together in New York, I can’t help but count down the days when she’ll be GONE!

Ugh, there’s my vent of the week!





I’m Not Feeling The Love Around Here…

6 10 2006


The other day, I worked through my lunch hour because lately I’ve been leaving work early for soccer practice, so by 4 o’clock, I was tired and extremely hungry, since I didn’t take the time to go grab something to eat.

So as I was slaving away in my office, trying to get some contract closeouts taken care of, my friend Sharon comes into my office and asks me if I’m going to the party. I gave her a blank look because I had no idea what the hell she was talking about. She goes on to tell me about the invitation that B (our friend) sent out the day before.

I guess it was The Big Boss’s birthday yesterday and she was holding a little cake and ice cream social in the small conference room for him. I didn’t get the memo. No, seriously. I didn’t get the memo. So, as people start gathering in crowds outside of my office, laughing and joking around, I call my sister to see if she was invited to the ice cream birthday and sure enough, she was. By this time, like fifteen minutes have passed and my friend, Sharon is telling me to just come and have some cake, who cares if I didn’t get invited, Ummm, yeah right, I’m not going to crash the big bosses ice cream social, so there I am, sitting in my office while Sharon leaves still on the phone with my sister, who leaves work at 2pm, so though she was invited, she didn’t go because she had already left for the day. I swear to you guys, she invited the whole damn building because I heard so many different coversations going on and it was pretty loud and I saw so many people walking past my door to the “party”, stupid bitches.

So while everyone is sitting in the conference room which is three doors down from mine, singing happy birthday and laughing and being merry, I’m sitting in my office furiously looking through my Inbox to make sure that I didn’t miss the damn invitation, but sure as certain there’s no damn memo in my inbox that invites me to the little shin dig down the hallway. And everyone was invited, everyone in my department was there, my sister who gets off at 2pm was invited, her loud ass friend that sits next to her, even the receptionist downstairs was invited and not me.

Ugh, I’m SO not feeling the love in this office right now.

So about twenty minutes later, I get an email from my friend, Sharon who forwards the invitation to me and just as I knew it, my name isn’t on there, dammit. Sharon then tells me that I didn’t miss anything and the cake sucked, but still my feelings were hurt.

So, to make things all better, Mulu picked me up and treated me to dinner…with dessert. She’s the best best friend, EVER! And our cake was MUCH better than her stale ass carrot cake ANYWAY.

I’m so never going to proofread her emails anymore…she can damn well do them herself.