Good... And Good for You

dear "all the unanswered emails in my hotmail/yahoo/gmail inbox", i am very please see footnote 1 busy footnote 2 and important footnote 3 . love, kat. footnote 1. please read: "kind of" footnote 2. please read: "bored" 5 footnote 3. please read: "defeated" 4 4. and i'll tell you why 7 . my job is a nightmare 6 . 5. no surprise there, though. am i right 36 ? 6. no surprise there, though. am i right 17 ? 7. earlier this week, my boss came into my office for one of our bi-annualish awkward dtwr 21 's which is mostly a battle against passive aggression where i get quizzed about why our website isn't up yet 8 , asked what singles ward i'm going to and if i'm dating anyone, and if i feel i should be doing more for the company and then after 45 minutes the conversation veers suddenly to me being asked if i want to start selling products and having my own accounts 9 and i die of flabbergastation 50 . 8. and a

i'm lousy when it comes to history. the memorizing of fascinating dates and interesting places... this is not in my arsenal, but i tell myself it's okay because when it comes to the people and places i personally deal with, my memory is extremely reliable. in fact, when it comes to matching up names and faces, i'm pretty awesome. because my memory really likes faces. so last week, when i ran into someone who looked vaguely familiar and seemed to recognize me, i wasn't surprised when my memory told me his name. i was surprised when my memory then took off. as in, left the building. locking the door behind it. laughing maniacally and leaving me to fend for myself in this cold, cruel world. i then had a five minute conversation with a person who seemed genuinely upset that i didn't remember him. upset and content to watch me squirm. it went just about as badly as a conversation could go and this mystery man cut me no slack. when he finally walked away, i crumpled down