So we are having a little holiday party Wednesday up here on the 20th floor. We are all very excited. I was told to bring something and let Lydia know what it was so we could coordinate. Wouldn't want too many cookies and not enough bagels. Well I figured I would just pick up some muffins from the "Taz Cafe" on my way to work and that would be that. Well it turns out Angie is bringing muffins too. So I am supposed to go over there and figure it out. I offered to bring something else but she just told me to talk to Angie. Well what the fuck am I supposed to say? "Hey I was going to bring muffins but Lydia said you were gonna bring muffins so...what do you want to do about it?" It just seems like a really unnecessary conversation.
And just for the record, just so everybody knows I was the one who came up with the muffin idea first. I thought "yummmmm...I'll bring muffins." I told Lydia. So two days later Angie decides that she wants to bring muffins and now I have to figure something else out. Why can't she tell Angie to figure it out? Wasn't the whole point of me telling Lydia what I was bringing so she could tell other people not to bring that? She should have just said "yo Angie. Liz has got the muffins...think of something else."
Angie is always trying to get things to go her way. There is no reasoning with this woman. I guess muffins are the only option for her. There is NOTHING else she could possibly bring. You know what? That sure sounds like a problem to me - problem for Angie. I had dibs on the muffins since Thursday. Sorry you live in Jersey and you have to Park & Ride and can't stop at a grocery store to get something. Sorry that muffins are the only breakfast food that you are capable of baking. But why does that have to have any effect on what I am bringing? Seems like something Angie needs to deal with and not something that I should waste any more of my time thinking about. What has become of me? How did muffins ever become something that I thought about? Well Maybe I just wont bring anything at all. No one ate my Cinnamon Babka last year so why should I bring anything for these people.
By the way the fish I got for my boss was a big hit. Now he wont be so lonely in his office. I got him one of those "fighting fish". He seemed excited. But I fear I have gotten myself into a whole lot of fishbowl cleaning. I had a fish once. His name was Duce, may he rest in peace. Yes, after Duce Staley. Hence the spelling. Anyway he lasted my entire final semester and even the car ride home from Massachusetts, only to die after taking an unfortunate fall onto my dining room table. I felt really bad. But having Duce made me realize I can't take on that kind of responsibility. At least not now. I really don't want the death of another fish on my hands. I don't want to be responsible for a life. I can hardly take care of myself! But we shall see. Let's cross our fingers that this little guy at least makes it to the new year.
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