Babbling Point

Didn’t get blog yesterday. The hysteria here at the office reached an all time high. Well, maybe not, but it sure felt like it. The project I worked on last week, that ate my Friday evening and Saturday afternoon was “de-prioritized” Monday morning. I just love it when that happens. And it happens all too often. Friday night… after I finally got out of work. Met up with office mates at Segafredo. As usual, it was a regular Ad Congress that night. People from different agencies were there getting drunk or sobering up. One of my office mates, Icel, read my palm and gave me a very interesting reading. She said that there was a time three girls liked me and I didn’t know it. Had I know that they liked me at that time then I might done something about it. Why don’t I get a memo about these things? They could’ve at least texted me about it. As usual, I’m the last to find out. Well, there is supposed this other girl and that something may come out of it if I do something about ...