Miraculous..ish

I hauled my cookies in to work. I got dressed up enough to be presentable at an appropriate restaurant. I even put on jewelry, though I couldn't hack any makeup. I'm wearing truly inadequate footwear. Then one boss is clearly having an early morning meeting I didn't know about so who knows when he'll be in. The other boss shows up before freaking 9:30am! Gah! Will I get no peace?!

9:30 boss sounds like a team of bullfrogs dipped in sludge have taken up residence in his chest cavity. He gingerly asked if it would be all right if he didn't stay for lunch.

Folks, it was all I could do not to go all Amityville Horror on him ("Get. Out."). I took all my acting training and lightly passed it off as good for him to heal while I quickly typed a note to early meeting boss telling him that he didn't have to come in if he didn't want to, nosirree, he should feel comfortable packing and readying himself for take off tomorrow, we'd just reschedule lunch later by gum! No, no, I'm happy to take one for the team, no worries.

By 11:20 I was alone in the office. I've got a pile of crap to do but I think it's all well and truly doable by 4:30 at the outside. It's a motherfucking Chrismakwanzeidaekah miracle, people. I am blessed.