Cold Toes

Can't seem to get warm tonight despite the heat being on, and my face half hidden by the soft gray turtleneck I'm wearing quite literally up to my eyeballs. I feel like Mask of Zoro, minus on horseback, cling clanging sword and the prerequisite male parts to make it so. Worse yet, my toes are numb and though I try never to talk about my toes, there it is.

Absolutely nothing to report today. Well other than the fact that I actually did a little work this morning, much to the chagrin of the administrative assistant, whose desk was in the direct line of a moving pile of clutter that went from my office to hers. Or as I decided to call it, Karma. She's been on my shit list for a few weeks now (various reasons) so I didn't feel an ounce bad while I was sneaking down the hall and into her office to do a drop and run. (Although it should be noted that running in heels hardly leads to doing much of anything in stealth.)

She however - and as I predicted - made short work of catching me in my own office with the intent on lecturing me on the evils of hoarding files for extended periods of time. Smiling sweetly - or as others have more commonly referred to it as my shit eating grin - I did what I always do when the situation calls for quick thinking. I sang.

Lucky for me, I was listening to my favorite song from WICKED when she came down to chew me out. And so as she gave me the hairy eyeball, I offered up the following lyrics ...


"No good deed goes unpunished. No act of charity goes unresented. No good deed goes unpunished. That's my new creed."

With nothing to do other than raise her eyebrows and give a weak hearted grin, the situation was easily diffused by Broadway. (Always my secret weapon of choice and one I learned from my Mother, who also knows the power of a good showtune in the workplace.) The momentum as well as the battle lost, she left on a high note ... And to think, I used to believe I was a mezzo soprano.