when my director requested that we all promote the brand over our personal facebook/twitters, i HAD to lol
i’m thinking to myself, do you know who my facebook friends are? i will post something and 2 seconds later one of my 469 facebook friend will tear that shit to pieces. it’s like, trust me you do Not want screen shots of any of the obnoxious/sarcasic/inappropriate comments that will follow anything that is remotely promoting a brand that isn’t me. trust.
i opted to shamelessly promote on my pathetic twitter, where i pretty much only follow roger ebert, lindsay lohan, and justin bieber.
guys, i made a fool out of myself today. first of all, everything is totes cool until i’m on the subway and all of a sudden i get the cold sweats, everything turns grey and fuzzy, and pretty soon i’m having a fainting spell right there on the red line.
but i suck it up and go to work. i don’t even say a thing.
i start feeling mega lousy again early afternoon, but keep my mouth shut because there is major stuff to be done and yeah. i don’t even. my lack of common sense when my body is telling me pretty clear message is amazing.
ANYWAYS. so my supervisor notices that i’m looking like shit (omg guys, it’s true, i was looking Way Rough) and asks me what’s wrong. anyone who knows me knows this is what you say to me if i am clearly bothered because i will start crying WHICH IS WHAT I DID. i wanted to die, seriously. she was clearly like, ummm why the fuck did you come in to work if you’re fainting on public transit, but was as cool as you could possibly be about your employee losing her shit, you know? i was sent home soon after, but ohmigaw i am seriously feeling like a fool.