Jun. 7th, 2013

Tonight was our annual Big Fancy Fucking Deal event at work, where we all have to volunteer to host rich people with no manners.

I'm exaggerating. Some of them have manners. Kind of.

I usually work an evening shift because they're held at fancy downtown bars where the food is, if not good, at least intriguing. Tonight's was actually very good; I had a slice of fig-prosciutto-parmesan pizza. Which means I have now seen the face of God. For the record, the face of God is fig-prosciutto-parmesan pizza.

But I am so tired that aside from that slice of religious experience, I don't actually have the energy to put food in my mouth and chew. Apparently my receptionisting skills are rusty. I did make friends with the photographer, though. At least any photos I bombed will probably look good.

One guy stood behind me with his back to me, wallflowering his ass off, for like an hour. I felt bad for him but at the same time STOP STANDING RIGHT BEHIND ME. Go stand behind the buffet! It's what I do!

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