LOLBoss

It’s approaching mid-afternoon, I’ve been awake for FAR too many hours, and I’m getting a little delirious. This week I joined a group of girls who cycle in Central Park at 5:30AM on Mondays and Wednesdays and while the bags under my eyelids might tell a different story, I’m little-girl-giddy over this development. My reasons are two-fold:

1. I’m making female friends.
2. I’m making female CYCLING friends.

Let’s face it, my life was a little short in both categories. Cycling with the boys is fun, and as they’re generally faster than me so I’ve improved a lot this summer, but for the sake of my relationship, riding with girls is a probably a good idea. You know, because that whole “I do what I want” attitude only gets one so far in the dating world and then it’s time to play the “If I were in his shoes” game. But anyway. The third reason for my excitement is that they’re doing the MS Bike Tour in October and invited me along! We’ll probably do the sixty-mile race and forgo the ambitious century ride, but still, I’m pumped. I’m going to start soliciting fundraising contributions…now. Give me your money!

Work has been busier this week, in a good way. Sure the “work” I’m doing rarely extends beyond adding guest names to the security list and reserving conference rooms, but it’s better than staring blankly at my monitor and contemplating ocular damage with my letter opener (slightly). The phone was ringing off the hook this morning, which is one of the drawbacks to having four bosses.

(“And here's something else, Bob: I have eight different bosses right now.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Eight bosses.”
“Eight?”
“Eight, Bob.”)

When I started here back in June, I was replacing a woman who was moving to France to pursue her career as an opera singer. Really. She had this rare magnetic personality and the week she spent “training” me (read: chatting and generally charming the pants off of me if I swung that way) was interspersed by every single Nice Hedge Fund employee coming by to wish her good luck. They threw her a huge surprise going away party with pizza and cupcakes and ice cream. That line about having big shoes to fill felt very apropos, and like any good Admin she left a few pairs under the desk when she quit. Still, I always had this sneaking suspicion that maybe I’d bump into her on the street because maybe she didn’t move to Europe to be a singer and live with her French lover. Maybe she felt so guilty about wanting to leave Easy, Easier and Easiest after several years of devoted servitude, and the Europe excuse got her out scot-free. Then, yesterday, it happened! I was a mere two storefronts away from my apartment, on the phone with MomOh, when I saw her. Of course her story was air-tight (just here for a few days to renew her visa, blah blah) but I have to wonder…am I psychic? I kind of think so!

Apparently my predecessor was not able to impart any spelling skills on Easy. His emails read like cat macros, my current favorite being, “when is my sezxual harraament semianr” [sic, obvs].

ZOMG I can haz blakbery???!!1!!