a day according to natalie...

i had to literally drag myself out of bed this morning. my alarm went off at 6 AM and i thought to myself 'ugh.' just ugh. i raced to get ready and knew i still had to stop by the store to pickup pantyhose. you know corporate america mandates that I wear pantyhose. so i'm speed walking my way into work, rite aid is just in my site and after discovering the doors to rite aid were CLOSED, i said out loud 'crap.' just crap. i'm in a skirt and i had to greet clients first thing this morning and of all the things too worry about in my life i had NO pantyhose on. so, i panicked slighty but somehow managed to still make it to work all along thinking to myself HOW am i going to pull this off. light bulb! the gift shop at the hotel MUST be open and for a second i thought i was home free. but NO, that would be too easy! the gift store was closed and i thought to myself how much trouble could i get into for not wearing pantyhose. all this time, i STILL had to get my matching suit jacket out of my office. i haven't made it to work this early in ages and forgot about the ONE door that leads to my office and how you need a special KEY. i got to the door and thought in my head 'crap.' just crap. this special key was somewhere in one of my messy drawers back at my apartment. i have 5 minutes left before having to take my position and so i quickly made a call from the concierge desk for security. one of the security guards let me in and i dashed into my office thinking not all had been loss. AGAIN, i glanced around my office and noticed TWO pant suits just calling out to me: you don't have to wear pantyhose if you wear one of us. SAVED! i was saved!!! with nobody yet in the office, i changed faster than you can say WHEN DOES SNOWBOARD SEASON START and i was greeting clients right on the dot: 7:00 AM. phew! ugh! i played a mean game of catch up at work today. around 3 PM, renner walks into my office and tells me that while she was on her site tour a man had plunged to his death from six stories up. this happened across the street from us. a male jumped from his apartment onto another one story building. everyone in my office went to go see him from the 23rd floor but all i could do was stay put. i didn't want to see a dead person or the pool of blood that surrounded his head. weird. i ask you this what could be so bad to end your life like that? that night, the sky turned an eerie orange color: