Errands

I should hate running errands at work. It's demeaning gopher work not worth the subway fare or brain power of someone who graduated ON TIME with TWO majors. (Yep I'm awesome...it's not like those majors were related or anything)

But I love errands. I swear when I walk outside everything turns into technicolor. Which makes me think that American offices might cause blindness.

But the best part about running errands is I kind of do whatever I want. If my boss doesn't look appropriately apologetic about turning me into a postwoman (postlady?), I just go online shopping at the Apple store or hang out at the "Women's Interest" section at Border's or buy a nutella crepe. The best thing to do is wander into a Sephora and puting on all the make-up I couldn't be bothered with at 8am.

Although I don't recommend trying one of those weird lip "plumpers." I tried one once and couldn't talk without prying my mouth apart all afternoon. Gross. Also it kind of ruined my cover that the F train stopped for like ever because I think they totally found a rat king--for reals.