On my way to the office, driving down the highway; remembering the sad old days when MTA was my only way of getting around…those sad sad sad days.
I’ll order breakfast for my staff today…There was that Vegan spot we tried last month during our staff spiritual retreat. “___ Call Meg”, my assistant, I spoke into w.e bomb gadget has been invented…
My office sits on the 17th floor, the walls are windows, letting in plenty of sunshine…its big enough for my yoga mat and my bong….the luxuries of being a Boss Lady!
