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My project director came in this morning, exhausted but still all wound up. This is not exactly unusual for her, but she just couldn't wait to tell everyone the reason -- she was at the N Sync concert last night. Third row seats, courtesy of her husband, and apparently she danced all night.
We are all very amused at the mental images. One of my co-workers is alternating between running down the hall yelling, "Hey! Guess where the Big Boss was last night?" and discussing how Puff Daddy is obviously so not over Jennifer Lopez yet. And I'm downloading some N Sync tunes to play as the boss walks by later.
After my sucky weekend, it's good to be back in the office. Who'd a thunk it? *g*
We are all very amused at the mental images. One of my co-workers is alternating between running down the hall yelling, "Hey! Guess where the Big Boss was last night?" and discussing how Puff Daddy is obviously so not over Jennifer Lopez yet. And I'm downloading some N Sync tunes to play as the boss walks by later.
After my sucky weekend, it's good to be back in the office. Who'd a thunk it? *g*
