Just call me Bridget...

I'm at work, waiting on a phone call that will help to shape the future of my career. And I type that with full realization of the melodrama dripping from the words. But I am nothing if not a little overly dramatic about the happenings of my life. But I digress....

Here's the situation: I'm not sitting at my own desk, next to my own phone line. Rather, I'm sitting at another desk in another department, waiting for a phone call from a person sitting one row away from me. I'm sitting in her department, waiting for a phone call at my usual desk. I've called my extension about 850 times this morning, just to check. I'm Bridget Jones in the opening scene of the first movie (one of my top 5 favorite movies of all time), repeatedly checking her messages. You have no new messages. Meanwhile, I'm desperately trying to listen for activity from the next row, trying to hear some clue as to what hangs in my future. But, you now, without anyone actually catching on to my spying ways.

So there you have it. All this working me up into a tizzy and it's only 11am. On Monday.

So, lovelies, please entertain me....a joke, a story, tabloid gossip, whatever. Anything to distract me from myself.

xoxo