Tomorrow is the boss’s annual pig roast, which means its my annual can’t-go-to-the-pig-roast day. In 2010, I was in California working on set at a film. Last year, I was lifeguarding on the beach. Tomorrow, I’ll be finishing up with painting the apartment. Funny how I have a good, well-paying job, yet every time my boss wants to hang out, I have to go to work at some other job. The only year I made it, 2011, I dominated everyone in the pie eating contest, eating a mini pie in under two seconds. No exaggeration.
It’s a fun day, and I was really looking forward to introducing my co-workers to my pregnant squirrelfriend, aka the Gypsy, aka the Movie Squirrel, aka Esmerelda. More importantly, I was looking forward to defending my pie-eating title.