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Friday, March 7th, 2003
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8:03a - i’m tired of being the dead one
holy shit. guess who's going to vegas on the company tab?
me, genius.
yeah, you heard me. a while back, i wrote about that little awards thing? how i'm a good little corporate monkey? well...from the above and beyond winners, they chose people for the summit club. yeha. and i'm in the summit club, baby. i'm in the highest performance tier in my division. i fucking rock. overachieving has rewards, apperently, those rewards being three days at the bellagio (i've been to their website and it looks like a pretty swank hotel.) so me and a non-washington mutual emploee over the age of 18 get to stay at some posh spot, eat meals in bourgie restaurants, hit the spa and take mineral baths and rosewood saunas. oh, and did i mention it's all-expenses? which is good, because i'm going to have to spend what i would have spent on airfare for the stupid evening gown i have to wear to the gala event.
the best part? i get off of a day of work for this too.
i love washington mutual. although, presumably, they aren't gonna pay for the whole going out and imbibing mass amounts of alcohol which i'm told is what las vegas is all about.
i don't wanna use the words "drunken debauchery," but well...
"okay, i know i'm probably going to regret this. in fact, being prescient, i'm actually sure of it."
current mood: estatic
current music: me first and the gimme gimmes
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