Best Workday Wednesday Ever

Hello, is anybody there?

Hi there, guys and dolls! Did you miss me? Gee, thanks. I missed you, too. For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about (that is, the ones that follow my daily diary), I was AWOL for a couple of days. That nasty ole flu bug played a nasty joke by showing up on the weekend and continued on into the week. But never fear, I am fine and fit as a fiddle for workday Wednesday! (Wait a minute, was I just excited about a workday? Sheesh, I must have been ill…)

Anyhoo, I showed up all bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning, ready to work (that is, catch up on the gossip, see who’s been hired and fired, who’s now the big boss’s new plaything, that sort of stuff), and I arrived to a ghost town. Turns out I wasn’t the only one laid out with the germs (I now blame the mail boy, he kisses everyone). Nobody, not a single person was in the office. Apparently there was a memo that should have gone out to tell everyone not to come in, but there was nobody there to type it or send it out.

Whee! I’m not staying either!

Hmm, so I sat there for a few minutes, listened to the phones ring (I wasn’t going to answer that, after all, no one was in and I’d have to take a message and I didn’t want to do that….), and pretended to shuffle some papers on my desk while I was waiting to see if anyone else would come in. After ten minutes, zip, zilch, nada, nothing. Whee! I threw my papers up in the air and out the door I went.

Now what would I do with myself? Well, lunch, that’s for sure. I was one starving Susie after getting my appetite back, so off to the local swanky restaurant where our company’s big wigs go and took up a corner booth all to myself. Champagne cocktail? Of course! Would I like some caviar and blintzes? Yes! The steak plate with all the trimmings? Bring it on. One after lunch specialty boozy coffee, charge it to the business account (thanks, boss – you really shouldn’t have taught me how to sign all those pesky little forms you couldn’t be bothered with, huh), and then what to do?

I encourage this sort of behavior…

Shopping! Yes, shopping of course. Well, wouldn’t you know, the sickly germs had made their way to the consumer public as well. The stores were practically empty. More room for me (I love being ahead of the curve, yet again). I revelled in it, swanning around the dresses, better dresses and then best dresses departments. Do you know how much fun it is to put on their best dress, some bright white gloves and precious gems and wander around a department store, making almost witty yet dim conversation? I do!

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more posts. And don’t forget to give my Poppy Cove Mysteries a try if you haven’t already. 

Toodles, Barbara Jean

About Barbara Jean Coast

Barbara Jean Coast is the pen name of authors Andrea Taylor and Heather Shkuratoff. She is currently hard at work telling the cozy tales of the fictional town of Santa Lucia, loosely based on Santa Barbara in the late 50's, early 60's, known as The Poppy Cove Mysteries.
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