I would have sent these from the conference room, but I had to pretend that I was so into the meeting. Maybe they really should come up with bureaucratic Oscars. :p
Unsent tweets hastily scribbled on scrap paper:
3:21 p.m. At a meeting, and all I can think of is harvesting my digital farm.
3:28 p.m. My view from under the table: white pumps that went out of style with sheena easton
3:29 p.m. Four-inch stilettos. Deadly weapon, if you ask me.
3:30 p.m. In-need-of-footscrub soles resting on rubber slippers. In the office?
3:35 p.m. Yehey! Thank God for chocolate!
3:59 p.m.: Just got back from a meeting that bored me to tears. Ayayay! The travails of a bureaucratic slave!