Prom Night Dumpster Baby

The Prom is this weekend. I'm not feeling up to it. The dress I plan on wearing is the blue one from two posts ago, but my feelings about the dress have changed. It's "chi" has changed. All because my Greek tailors decided to rip me up for buying clothing online that's old, never tried on, and possibly didn't fit. It DID fit me, perfectly to be exact, but when I took it to them to fix a hem, they went on and on. I already have a Dad and if I want to feel guilty about my spending habits, I'll just tell him my Visa balance. Sheesh.

In other rants, people keep bringing babies and kids into my office. It's not that I'm anti-child, it's just that you're expected to fawn over the kids and the mood of the place changes. It's not like enough work gets done anyhow, and now tots show up and the whole place goes ga-ga over the drooling midgets. Wow, apparently I'm wearing my cranky pants today.