There is now a little sign on my cubicle wall counting the number of mess-up free work days since. It now stands at 0. Though it should probably be in the negatives to account for multiple screw ups in one day. At least the supervisor liked my dress. (I told you I cleaned up well.) And from the looks of it, free lunch on Thursday!
Post Script:
My what a difference a year makes. I'm about a year older and dozens of millions poorer than Ms. Lohan, but- not to toot my own horn or anything- so, so, so much wiser. I may be a screw-up at work, but I've never been arrested twice, or gone to rehab twice, or caught with a "small" amount of cocaine.
Favorite line of the People* coverage:
"The driver who called police turned out to be the mother of Lindsay Lohan's personal assistant," said Padilla. "Just prior to the chase – but I'm not sure exactly how much time prior – the personal assistant had quit."
*So I read People today, whatever. Back off, I've had a long day.
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