So there’s this girl I know..
I’ve known her for, oh.. a couple of years now? Maybe. Somewhere around there. She came to work in my building not long after I was hired in as a real certified employee. She sat with these other women, and I really didn’t have any interaction with her.
Then there was a huge organizational shakeup. Didn’t really affect me, but she ended up working for a guy that I had worked with. So when I came to visit him, I also would visit with her. And it turned out we had a lot in common.
Basically, it was that we hated stupid people. And they were abundant.
So I started hanging out in her office. And we both discovered we had a love of food and dieting. And makeup. And jewelry. And she became, very often, a refuge and a sounding board.
Eventually, someone else noticed how incredibly fabulous she was and she got hired into a better position that also involved her working far away from me. And then Sushi began. Sushi was not just a food for us; it was a time to heal, a time to laugh, and most definitely a time to bitch.
Things have changed in our lives tremendously since we’ve met, and she’s never stopped amazing me with how incredibly fabulous she is. She has a killer smile, with great skin and kickin’ curves, and she’s quite the rockstar.
She also makes a mean baby quilt.
Today, she worked crazy hard to throw me a baby shower at work, while spending every night up at the shop helping Bryan get a set together. Her continuing and unending energy never fails to amaze me, and she has no idea how incredibly awesome I think she is.
She is SUPER awesome.