So I just watched Keiko Lynn‘s IG story (FTR: I adore Keiko) and she’s hosting a Galentine’s Brunch. At 1:30 PM. On a Wednesday. For 20 seconds, I was like “Who TF has the kind of life where they can attend that on a normal ol’ Wednesday at 1:30 PM? I’m stuck here in my office forced to listen to the ONE radio station I can pick up in this bunker hole because the company won’t let us stream or give us wi-fi. AND I’m drinking a Diet Coke that I had to get from the Krystal’s across the street!”
This inner monologue rant was abruptly stopped by the shudder that ran through my shoulders at the thought of a large group of women coming to spend the afternoon with me expecting brunch. At 1:30 PM. On a Wednesday. I am such an introverted/rude person that I quickly guessed half of those women secretly hate Keiko and are using her to network or something in that vile neighborhood.
I choose to be grateful for the life/job security I have and the fact that I don’t have to put myself through the (to me) hell of a social event to stay relevant and fresh.
But seriously, I love Keiko. No offense to her. I LOVE YOU KEIKO. OK, I’m stopping.