I am in a great mood today, because it's the day of the schmoozy thing, and although I really don't want to go to that... it means I get to see E. How pathetic am I? Shut up.

So today I'm mostly going to spend primping, shaving, things like that. Because we all know that 90% of success is showing up, and another easy 8% is looking really fucking fabulous when you get there.

The schmoozy thing is chez my new boss (with whom I am still hashing out terms) and E's ex-girlfriend (who hates me). Conveniently, they are roommates. Even more conveniently, E is escorting me to the party. It's a big potluck where the web team celebrates themselves, and I need to go make a good first impression on absolutely everyone there.

I'm thinking a black miniskirt and tall black boots should do the trick... maybe some fishnets and/or stripes... perhaps a little pink hair dye... and you know what, I should seriously think about bringing some food for the potluck.

Anyway, we are on a strict cameo-only timeline: get there after everyone is drunk, and leave before they start the speeches. I may not get any ear time with boss, but I can get her attention (yet another reason for the short skirt). That's usually half the battle.

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