|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|Yep. I'm in a place now where people have their "people" come and meet phone company repairmen, or send "people" to fetch brochures with photos of yachts for sale... When the dogs need to go to the vet - "people" drop what they are doing and pick up fido. The VP of a BIG bank called to inform someone that the Madonna concert had been postponed due to Madonna's stomach ailement. For the next half hour, there were "people" checking this information for accuracy and telephoning VIP ticket lines for up to the moment details, so a precious daughter wouldn't be inconvenienced by Madonna's no-show...
Oh, there are "people" who come to the office to write books and "people" who do nothing all day but wait for someone to tell them to fly somewhere in the private plane.
Good Gawd, I've never witnessed anything like it!
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid
One Last Bitchfest for the Road
Get the Popcorn Ready
I'm a Rich Ho-Bag
|Marriage is love.|