Next day

{if Hungover=True} You wake to the blaring of your alarm, it seems to be ringing through your head. ...It aches. Maybe you overdid it last night. Still, it's no worse than other mornings you've had, between work stress, fatigue, your period or any combination. So, like every other time, you begrudgingly pull yourself out of bed, and get ready.{endif}

The next day is more of the same. The sky is overcast, and so you wear a sweater, and wear a discrete pair of sneakers. Somehow, walking in heels when it's damp and cold is worse. The commute in is uneventful, and the work day nearly just as much. ...One of your coworkers notices your shoes, and jokingly busts your chops for it, like they caught you doing something dire. You know if you don't act more interested, or at least concerned then it'll cause waves. You'll have to stick to heels for some time.

You watch cat videos at work, but your phone's screen is too small and your network is logged, so you give up.

A guy from the marketing department 'coincidentally' arrives at your desk, even though it's not on the way to anything. He strikes up conversation. He's looking down at your blouse for split seconds. Does he think there's a 5-second rule where you won't notice if he's quick? ...You're not even wearing a revealing blouse, it's a sweater...

You contemplate sacrificing an intern or one of your employees that's younger and prettier. They're not THAT precious to you... but the idea of positively reinforcing this dick is ridiculous.

You sternly tell him you have to go have a conversation with his boss, deliberately keeping it vague whether you mean in regards to him.

The rest of the day is uneventful. You drive home, as leaves blow across the road occasionally, and throw off your sneakers when you get through the front door. Pop-tart yells at you from parts unknown. You look at your mail -- bills and junk mail -- and the tart is rubbing against you again. Yes, yes. You feed him.

Dinner tonight is a microwavable thingie. Not a TV dinner. Healthier-looking. Marketed, anyway. It tastes healthy, that's for sure...

No dishes (Dish), as it's disposable tonight. So you're free that much easier, you lucky bachelorette, you.