A coworker pointed out yesterday morning that one of my headlights was out. Damn! Since I don’t (yet!) have a personal secretary, this meant that I had to put on my Big Girl Pants and call repair shops myself. I hate, hate, hate making phone calls. Aieee!
That nasty little job is done now, though. If I did have a personal secretary, I could tell him to cross it off the list. Since I don’t, I’m going to have to do it myself. Right after I make myself a tasty adult beverage.
red paper boat 