a brief vacation from the vacation

I was on the subway yesterday when my bag tipped over and my lunch fell out. I felt like a sexy, lunch-bringing grandma when my banana carelessly plopped itself on the floor, but chasing down my hard boiled egg as it rolled away from me on a not-entirely-empty train? Made me feel like a porn star with a walker.
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I baked some delicious cupcakes the other day.
I left them on my kitchen table.
Hard to con people to visit you when you can't bribe them with chocolate.
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Yesterday was a particularly humid day, and a great deal of fluffy hair ensued. I was chatting about this with the receptionist (who was unfairly NOT suffering from Fluffy Head Syndrome) when my new absolute favorite client emphatcially told me, when I said my hair was going in every single direction possible, that I looked "spectacular!" I have no idea who he is. But I heart him.
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On Tuesday I started my new job, which means I've moved into my office (yippee!) which is on a different floor. This means I have to use a new coffeemaker. Which wouldn't be a problem, if I weren't me.

I drink decaf. Only decaf. Lots of decaf, but no caffeine. (Yes, I know I'm getting a trace amount this way, but shut up, you're ruining the story.) So my first morning on the job, I walk into the coffee room, open the drawer where the decaf used to be, and just as I'm popping it into the machine to brew, I notice that, in fact, it's Super High Caffeine French Vanilla. Part of me is powerless to stop the coffee-making machine I've put into motion. The hand keeps moving. The cup heads toward the spout. I. Almost. Drink. Caffeinated. Coffee. (Again.)

But then I didn't.

The end.
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The new word for the day (and I don't get these all that often, what with my preternatural vocabulary) is NACREOUS. ("Can you say 'nacreous,' kids?") It comes to you care of Kurt Vonnegut Jr., who wrote it into his book Slaughterhouse Five, which I just finished and enjoyed. It means "mother-of-pearl-ish, lustrous, ooh... shiny."

Thank you,
The Management

p.s. if anyone has a financial planner that they would recommend, I'd be grateful for an email with that info.