Monday, July 30, 2007
Robert the Publisher has made an announcement (via email): this year, instead of the staff Summer Barbeque he usually sponsors, we will all be going to the beach (because my fondest wish is for my coworkers to see me in my red bikini. Yikes.).
We will be doing it "in a civilized fashion," however, meaning (apparently, according to the epistle) that we will be taking a car (a very large car, presumably, as there are approximately 15 of us) instead of the subway, and we will be "dining" at a restaurant before proceeding to somewhere classy (he recommends Coney Island).
I feel great surges of trepidation at this proposal, not least because (although Robert the Publisher does not know this) the suggested Beach Day is my birthday. Also, being Extremely White, I am allergic to the sun.
Humm. Dreadful, dreadful. The alternative being to work through that day. Oh cruel fate, how you mock me.