I peer over the top of my cubicle and survey the office. Heads bob as they pass through aisles and turn corners. Returning to my swivel chair, I pivot on my foot a few times and prop my elbow on my desk, tapping my fingers on the surface. My hands are clammy and my ears are tingling. I'm nervous. More like anxious really.

"He is supposed to be here!" I say to myself. "What's his deal?"

I am anticipating the arrival of my best friend Tommy. He apparently holds great news regarding the date I went on with his roommate last night.

I am reminiscing about the prior evening's events when suddenly, I hear my boss two cubicles down and I realize I don't have any work to show him. I assault my computer mouse to wake up the screen. It jumps to life as it's static sound welcomes my desktop. I stare ahead searching the depts of my brain, trying to remember what the heck I was supposed to be working on. Crap, crap, crap. The voice nears next door.

I drop my pen and bend down to retrieve it, desperate to remember what he wanted me to work on. I pause and realize that the familiar sounds of the office had returned: keyboards clicking, phones ringing, people chatting, and no boss. Did he leave?

"How's it going Lele?" A shadow casts over me. Oh crap.

"Oh! Hi there Mr. Blondell. Uhmm..Great! Thanks!"

"Finished the stuff I gave you to work on?

"Uhh...Well. To be honest...I forgot what I was supposed to be doing. See, I think I had a bad omelet this morning or something because I've been in the bathroom a lot today, not feeling well and all, and I just got back now and dropped my pencil and yeah...I can't remember." To be perfectly honest? Oh come on Lele! Liar.

Mr. Blondell stares at me blankly, then raises his eyebrow. He's quite handsome really. Just a tightass sometimes. Needs a good woman to loosen him up if you know what I mean. Unless he's gay...Then I guess he needs a good guy to....uhh...

He clears his throat as if hearing my thoughts. I cough and smile up at him.

"A bad omelet huh?"

"Well...uh yeah."

I am such an idiot.

"Finish typing up the final reports on the Campfur file. Then you need to call them and discuss what they want the next course of action to be."

I smile, feeling as dumb as the dumbest child of the dumbest creature on the dumbest planet. Or maybe I am the dumbest child of the dumbest creature on the dumb....Oh whatever.

"Thanks Mr. Blondell. I'll get right on it"

"Sure thing."

He turns and I sink in my chair. I rub my eyes and remember I actually put make up on this morning. When I commit to it, I dress up quite nicely and after such a great night last night, I felt it was appropriate to show the world what I've got. I pull my hands away and look at the black and purple makeup smudges on my fingers. Dang it. I look in my mirror and purse my lips as I discovered my destroyed face.

"Hope you feel better," he says returning to my cubicle. I jump and swivel to face him.

"Thanks," and smile at him. I watch as his head cocks to the side and his expression announces that there is something wrong with me. I remember my rubbed makeup eyes. I start to offer an explanation and he shakes his head and walks away. A strange feeling rolls in my stomach. Maybe I am sick after all.

My screen saver swirls at me broadcasting that I still haven't accomplished anything today. I assault the mouse again. Deciding I have to pee, I pivot to stand up and discover Tommy leaning against the entry way to my office.

"Hey there you sweet.....Holy crap whatappened to you?"

"Shh!!! Nothing!" He looks at me surprised by my snappiness. "Sorry. Hi. How are you. Good. Great....TELL ME EVERYTHING HE SAID!" I lunge out of my seat and grab Tommy's shirt.

"Holy crap. Like, Holy crap girl. Settle down. I'm fine. Thanks for asking. You're so considerate." He rolls his eyes. "Now fix yourself will you. You look like crap. Absolute crap." I giggle as I wipe away the rest of my makeup.




Forgive the lack of editing, I'm just trying to remember how to write.