Friday, 9 October 2009
I have a very sore head....
Ouch my head hurts....maybe this post should be renamed reasons why trying to be nice is a bad idea.
Well I feel awful and have limited memory of last night. Note to self must learn to say no. I was tempted to call in sick today but decided to come in and face the music.
I arrive pale and wearing sunglasses (only ten minutes late so progress) and attempt to smile. If you are smiley you can't possibly be hung-over right?
Jamie keeps giving me funny looks making me paranoid, my hair is curlier than usual hair and I am makeup free. While I don’t wear makeup everyday I tend to skip if hung-over. Bad idea as I am looking suspiciously flushed today and I keep blushing under Jamie’s scrutiny.
“Late one last night Kate?” Jamie says accusingly.
I blush and stammer something noncommittal. Must get through this day must get through this day.
I make it to lunch without being sick or saying anything stupid. Mostly managed by not speaking though I answer the phone once with the wrong company name. I don’t think anyone noticed.
At lunch I go and get a huge coffee and look at my phone - I have a text from Rob saying “Thx for being so lovely last night”
Back in the office I smile at him in what I hope is a reassuring way butnon flirtatious way. I like that he trusts me I just wish I could remember more about what happened. I remember telling him something about my on/off (currently off) boyfriend which is embarrassing. Plus I am having weird flashbacks which makes me think he might have made a move.
At the end of the day the guys suggest coming out. I refuse. Well done Kate I think.
After work I get a text from Jamie saying: “What’s happening with u & Rob???”
I also get a text from Rob saying: “Are you and Jamie involved?”
Oh crap...I respond to both saying no.
I then get identical clearly drunk texts from them a few hours later saying "If you choose between me and Rob/Jamie which one? drink Monday? xxx”
Great I appear to have ended up as the prize in a male pissing competition.
I reply saying "Dear Beavis/Butthead - sleep it off"
It’s going to be a bad Monday.