Lauren

So... Once again the entire staff is in a meeting and here I sit. At the front desk. Alone. On Facebook.

But on the bright side, this gives me time to blog! Joy.

So this is my story: My friend Lauren broke her phone/charger combo so not only can she not text me and keep my pocket company, but she doesn't have an alarm clock. So rather than have her be late for work and get fired so she can't make Gucci money any more, I kindly volunteered to wake her up this morning. At seven o'clock.

I usually wake up at seven o'clock anyway to prepare myself for the rigorous day ahead, but it's one thing to be CONSCIOUS at that time and another thing entirely to have to actually function.

My alarm went off at 6:55 and I arose from my slumber like a lioness. Unhappy and with an enormous, backarching yawn. I rose up, grabbed my keys and hobbled over to the elevator so I could go down 3 floors and knock on her door.

I knocked to no avail.

There I am, standing braless in a t-shirt, barefoot, with greasy hair and puffy eyes, and that bitch has the audacity to ignore my knocking.

So I knock again. After a few seconds she stumbles to the door and cracks it enough to glare at me and growl "Good morning." I had nothing else to say but, "Morning." But I courteously gave an awkward side wave before I began the trek back upstairs where I crashed for another 20 minutes.

I am SUCH a good friend.