scandalous
as if being a prisoner at work isn't bad enough. i'm now on the gossip circuit as well. rumor has it i'm dating...i mean "hookin up wiff"...my immediate supervisor. *sigh* i'm always the last to know. maybe if i hadn't of lost my secret decoder ring i'd have known that "tanya, go to lunch."
REALLY means "hey baby, are you wearing that lingere i bought you under those scrubs?"
casting call
it, the stalking mullet saga,
had the making of a bitter sweet romantic comedy...only without the romance. it has now crossed into the psycho-thriller genre and i'm less than pleased. it doesn't suit my acting abilities and my understudy is nowhere (and i do mean NOwhere) to be found.