Little Girl- Big Buisness!

It would be an understatement to say that I get nervous about the fact that The Man reads my e-mail.

The Man. Damn him. (Not really. I'm no hippy.)

But damn him for reading my email!!!

After a meeting about how The Man reads my email and how The Man is watching me and listening in on my phone and making sure I'm not embarrasing anyone, or ruining The Man's reputation, my paranoia has been brought to an all time high. Which made what just happened all the more frightening.

Now, in respect of The Man's requests and in appreciation of the Starbucks lattes he affords me to purchase, I have kept to a minimum the personal email I send via my work address. However, this morning I was indulging in a personal e-mail when my computer CRASHED! After a slip up in my typing/ judgement!

THE MAN!

He does not like me asking my friends if on Saturday night we should have "gone to a strip joint?*"

THEN CRASH. OFF. It was kind of like that movie "The Ring." (Which, during my viewing at 2AM in my apartment ended in my television shutting off and the Cable Box going NUTS. That wasn't The Man though, I think that was The Time Warner Cable. )




* (Calm down assholes it was for a bachelorette party, and also it was joke! Oiled up naked men disgust me. In fact naked men in general disgust me. This girl? Total prude.)