I’ve had dreams about Julia Heffernan two nights in a row!
On Thursday I dreamed that I was trying to push myself through the front of a full length mirror and into another room behind it. Julia told me that she hardly ever did that because it was just too much of a pain. After many tries I finally managed to push myself through but I ended up feeling completely dizzy and nauseus. Julia, who had used the door to get into the other room, said she told me so.
Last night I dreamed that I was staying at a resort hotel in some European city. Julia and I were sharing a hotel room. We were going to go out clubbing, but as we were leaving the hotel I decided I wanted to change my outfit. I went back to my room and took off the jeans I was wearing and put on fishnets and some sparkley shorts. HOT. Anyway, somehow the task ended up talking forever and by the time I got back to where Julia was waiting for me the sun was coming up. She was super mad…
Fever, chills, aches…. I guess I have the flu or something…
Dear **********,
I am writing to inform you that yesterday was my last day here at ********. I do not take pleasure in quitting so abruptly and leaving you in the lurch, but I simply cannot face even one more day of this job.
Yesterday I overheard as two secretaries talked about me. The conversation I heard was far less then flattering. It was cruel and personal and it left me feeling angry and humiliated. In less then a month here I feel that I have already encountered this sort of nastiness from a number of people with the firm.
I do not wish to work in such an unpleasant and mean-spirited environment for even one more moment.
Again, I apologize for the problem this will undoubtedly create for you. You have been very kind to me. I feel bad for inconveniencing you, but in the interest of my sanity, yesterday was absolutely my last day.
Sincerely, Jessica Cameron
I am giving this letter to my boss and getting the hell out of here in 3… 2… 1…
I have this vintage dress that I bought a while back that I really, really love. It just fits me better then pretty much any garment I’ve ever owned. I kind of wish I had it in like five different colors. Or at least one color other than orange…
So I’m wondering if I could take it to a seamstress and have them copy it. Can they do that? Would it cost a zillion dollars? I feel pretty sure that it would not be cheap, but even if it was fairly spendy it might be worth it.
Anyone know what it might cost? Also, if you happen to know a nice seamstress here in Portland, that would be neat, too!
In every instance the suspect took the painkiller OxyContin, also know as “Hillbilly Heroin
— Anchor woman Sophie Soong on tonight’s 5 o’clock news. Something about hearing a newscaster say “Hillbilly Heroin” was really funny to me. Do people actually call it that?? I had no idea
I’m watching TV right now. The last commercial break went like this:
1. Chips Ahoy commercial
2. Chapstick commercial
3. The same Chips Ahoy commercial
4. The same Chips Ahoy commercial AGAIN
5. Some kind of cereal commercial
6. The SAME CHIPS AHOY COMMERCIAL AGAIN!
I hope somebody over at KPTV 12 gets fired over this.
