Is Noon Too Early for a Mimosa on a Wednesday?

I went to the temp agency this morning, aka the very silent, hidden office on the 21st floor of a secret buliding.

Maybe not so much “secret” as “not really where the address would make you think it is.”

I walked in on time, (barely, thanks, mean receptionist lady, who made me feel like an idiot for not knowing how to find the hidden frickin' building but eventually bothered to give me clearer directions) and met with a twitchy woman who led me through an acreage of cubicles before settling on a random one in the back where she made me fill out four hundred and sixty two forms, all of which where variations on the same bit of information: name, address, daytime phone, and have I been convicted of any felonies, recently?

Nope, I sure haven't (not counting the whole Columbian drug lord month/time between marketing positions), so I am now in their system.

For all of the work I put into putting together a nice, presentable, interview outfit (it's not every day that I wrestle my hair into submission with a flat iron) I don't think the woman ever made eye contact with me.

Not wanting to waste a good flat hair day, let alone the annual event of a freshly-ironed shirt, I called The Funasaurus, who conveniently worked about five blocks away, to see if he wanted to go out to lunch. He was agreeable, so I began a lovely walk through the city of Denver to enjoy the 74 degree weather. A perfect day, right up until some dude outside a building smoking a cigarette gives me the not-subtle-at-ALL up and down and says something along the lines of, “I'd tap that ass,” to his fellow cigarette sucker.

My head immediately goes, “I'd kick you in the balls, mother fucker,” but my stupid feet went, “Run! Run away!” instead. Then I cursed myself the whole way home for not letting my mouth run faster than my feet.

Now I am home again, weighing my options of walking to Cold Stone, taking a nap, or doing the laundry that I so swore I'd do, yesterday. Meethinks I see a nap in my near future.