There's nothing like a day at work when you feel "on." You check five things off of your never-ending To-Do list instead of one. You solve a problem you've been agonizing over for weeks. You have a great meeting with your boss.
That is, until during that great meeting you notice your boss looking down at your left hand. Oh no! A million questions run through your head in two seconds...#1. Am I talking with my hands too much? #2. Is my chipped fingernail polish offensive? #3. Did I accidentally elope in Vegas over the weekend? #4. Did one of my fingers fall off?
Then, the inevitable happens. You look down at your hand. And there it is. That damn bar stamp from Saturday night that just won't come off no matter how hard you scrub or how many times you wash it. What could be worse? I mean, I think I would prefer if #4. was true instead.
