Excellent. They totally left without me. But I'll need to keep the washroom exit strategy in mind. I already went out to his farewell lunch. If I keep celebrating it, I might be verging on the obvious.
A rash guard is a swimsuit shirt, brenda. Originally used for surfing as a coverup while you're in the water.
At home I have no proper ergonomics set up. I curl up at the edge of my magical cuddle lounge, and I lean over to the right to use my personal laptop, and the work laptop is on the lounge with me. Completely haphazard.
I come to work, sit at my desk for an hour, and I'm mega stiff when I get up, like I had, you know, exercised or some stupidity. What is with that? How can this be so much more uncomfortable than crosslegged in my living room?
There's some variant of "fuckyeahgaycouples" (that I'm not going to look up right now) that's not x-rated by any means--it's usually young guys submitting pictures of them cuddling their boyfriends and extolling their excellence. It's really sweet. It's on my not-at-work dash though, just in case.
(My boss asked if I had a "significant other" when we were all out for lunch. I felt pointlessly awkward answering that. I'm sure he got all sorts of gay vibes off me in that moment.)
I have a spot on my skirt that looks like grease. This skirt is fresh out of the wash--I haven't spilt anything on it today, so I'm figuring it's something that resisted the detergent.
If so...what are my options for getting rid of it? God, it looks stupid and clumsy and all kinds of "why *there*?)