Liz Erk (lizerk) wrote,
Liz Erk
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"That shirt makes you look like you have no shorts on!"

By the time 7:30 p.m. last night rolled around, I was EXHAUSTED! I just wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep. As I waited for my 7:30 p.m. client to show, I muched on BBQ rice cakes with a coworker and chatted about nothing.

Finally it was 7:50 and I began to wonder where my client was. A is one of my long-time friends and former coworkers. We train together 3 times per week and she's typically 5 minutes late, but this was a bit weird.

Just as I was getting ready to call her, I got paged to pick up a call. It was my client. "Liz, I'm sorry... I'll be there in 10 minutes."

"Are you okay?" I asked. "You sound kinda... weird." She sounded like she was half tired, half crying.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll see you soon."

At 8:00 A walked in wearing this awful long bright orange shirt. It was so long, it looked like that was all she was wearing.

I was sitting on the floor, so I looked up at her and said, "What's up with your shirt? You look like you have no shorts on."

"Yeah, well, I don't," she replied.

It's a long standing joke between us because she's witnessed all of the
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By the time 7:30 p.m. last night rolled around, I was EXHAUSTED! I just wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep. As I waited for my 7:30 p.m. client to show, I muched on BBQ rice cakes with a coworker and chatted about nothing.

Finally it was 7:50 and I began to wonder where my client was. A is one of my long-time friends and former coworkers. We train together 3 times per week and she's typically 5 minutes late, but this was a bit weird.

Just as I was getting ready to call her, I got paged to pick up a call. It was my client. "Liz, I'm sorry... I'll be there in 10 minutes."

"Are you okay?" I asked. "You sound kinda... weird." She sounded like she was half tired, half crying.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll see you soon."

At 8:00 A walked in wearing this awful long bright orange shirt. It was so long, it looked like that was all she was wearing.

I was sitting on the floor, so I looked up at her and said, "What's up with your shirt? You look like you have no shorts on."

"Yeah, well, I don't," she replied.

It's a long standing joke between us because she's witnessed all of the <a href="<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=lizerk&itemid=133980">Freaks</a> at the club who are barely dressed, so I reached up, saying "yeah, right," yanked her shirt and shrieked, "Oh my God! You really aren't!"

Then I took a good look at her face. "Oh my God!" I said, stunned. "You're totally wasted!"

A giggled and said, "Matthew took me out for drinks after work. I din't meant to get drunk." Matthew's her PR client.

I shook my head at her. "I can't believe you," I said, laughing. "Well, I'm certainly not training you like this. But I'm charging your ass for this session and driving you home."

We had to take the elevator to the lobby because she wasn't in any condition to make it down the 5 flights of stairs. A was too much. I drove her to her apartment and she spent the whole trip slurring, "Let me buy you dinner, I feel so bad..."

Hee hee hee. Too bad I had a 9:00 p.m. client or I'd have taken her up on it. Never a dull moment at this job, I'll tell you... ^_^
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