The Diary of Girl Friday

Girl Friday woke up late (again) but somehow managed to leave early. She planned on getting gas at her neighborhood station. After maneuvering through traffic she spotted the big blue numbers. $3.07 for a gallon of gas at an antiquated station with old fashion pumps, where you have to go inside to pay? No way! Girl Friday was having none of that gas, so she bravely drove the five miles to work (she made it).

At lunchtime, Girl Friday hopped in her car and drove (white-knuckled) another mile to her preferred gas station and paid 3 bucks per gallon, plus another eight for the most affordable carwash in town. Crisis averted, Girl Friday enjoyed the rest of her lunch break battling the elderly German tourists at McDonald’s, discussing her “living status” with a male coworker named after a fish, and shoving cold fries (and what remained of her pride) into her hungry little mouth. The drive home was practically a blissful retreat in Girl Friday’s dust-free car, but she’s still holding out for Xzibit to pimp her ride! She thinks a classy pink paint job and Chanel interior would be nice.

Dinnertime at Chateau Friday was more gourmet than it had been all week, but it was a sorry effort in comparison to the Lobster episode of Iron Chef (the Japanese version) that was blaring in the living room. A tasty cocktail of The OC (third season premier!) and Mother’s Taffy cookies (one of her gramp’s favorite) capped off the evening.

Another smooth sailing day for the Superheroine of Small Offices Everywhere!!!!!! What will tomorrow bring? Some filing, perhaps label making, or let’s go crazy…how about deep intellectual thought?

Girl Friday had a terrible morning. Girl Friday overslept by 65 minutes and then had to take a cold shower! Her lovely and well-meaning boyfriend was trying to conserve energy by turning off the hot water heater during the day, but he sadly forgot to turn it back on at night. Girl Friday has since recovered from her shockingly cold shower and has almost forgiven him. On her way to work, Girl Friday was stuck driving behind a scooter! Girl Friday simply adores Vespas, and normally she would have cooed about this Antique Yellow two-wheeler, but she was in a hurry, dammit! On the whole, the day was a breeze, considering the iffy beginning. During the drive home, however, Girl Friday noticed how peculiarly low she was on gas. Against her better judgment she drove merrily home. She had the grand idea of driving to the gas station during her lunch break the following day to fill up and wash her filthy car. As Girl Friday drove the homestretch of her five-mile trek, the little yellow gas gauge light flickered. It taunted her just like the Snickers bar in the vending machine at work. Should she or shouldn’t she?

Check in tomorrow to find out if the Low Fuel light materializes into Girl Friday’s first-ever roadside rescue!

Finally, after a year of slaving away at one horrendous job after another, Girl Friday has earned her very own private office. The office is equipped with a large desk, a computer from the current millennium, a working leather executive style chair, a large Ficus, and a window with a view! (Okay, so the view is of the parking lot…). A less cynical person would count their lucky stars. But since that isn’t you or I, I ask, “What’s the catch?” Girl Friday is literally waiting for the other shoe to drop or for Murphy’s Law to catch up with her sorry hide. Things have never been this good!