Working 9 to 5

Morning after damage control.

10:45am still drunk from the night before

edith: morning sunshine

caroline: i'm in bed. with bobby. moron.

edith: oh nice. i just got into work and out of bed. with jack. hot.

caroline: lesbo boss just called. crappy.

edith: what did you say today?

caroline: doctor

edith: me too! woman bits doctor. i mean, there was someone looking between my legs.

12pm sobering up

caroline: um. she wants a doctor's note from me, by the end of the day. help?!

edith: sure, i'll make you a doctor's note. what kind of doctor did you say you went to? i have a psychiatrist's note, and a normal doctor note here. i can mock something up.

caroline: are you my saviour today?

edith: perhaps . . . i'm starting to get hungover. ugh. i think i'm actually getting legitimitely sick.

caroline: oh fun! go to the doctor and get me a real note!

edith: i already went to the doctor today, apparently.

caroline: oh shit. me too. sucks.

1pm so very very not good

edith: get the note? you like? shall i fax? who even uses faxes these days. you really do not work for a real company. maybe it's a front for office cube worker fetish www porn

caroline: i guess i should not be doing what i'm doing then.

edith: um. right.

1:50pm alcoholic

caroline: yay! looks perfect. and bobby and i didn't even have sex last night!

edith: this is probably the lowest we've ever got. we going out tonight?