Don't Blame Me
"Why is my information there and not my boss's. Mmmmh. Good question. Very good question." I think as I stare at the receptionist, it is really a good question and really to think of it how comes I didn't think that she will ask me that.
Oh crap!
She is waiting for me to answer and I am looking at her as if I didn't hear her question.
I don't look back nor do I fidget, no. That is not me, I am the best at these types of things. The one where someone catches my lies and then I pretend that I have no idea what they are talking about, yeap, among other things.
I wish someone can come and inquire about something or book a hotel room or her phone would ring and when she picks it up I run. But wishes are just wishes and we don't always get them. And when we need them that is when it doesn't happen.
My life sucks.
I am fucked because neither of those things is happening. I am so screwed.