A day in the life of a personal assistant.

This is my life. Today was a better day. Good thing I majored in biology.

They have nicknamed me Mo. I havent been called Meghan in weeks.

Began the morning by walking my 2 dogs and my bosses dog. Their favorite thing to do is walk in circles around me, and poop all at the same time in a triangle around me. One of my dogs ate an entire old rotissere chicken out of the trash, bones and all when I went to the store last night, so her poop was exceptionally gross today.

Went to a marketing meeting. I was told that I need to make it my personal mission to make the spa the rich lady owns have over 200 facebook fans by the end of the week. It currently has 4.

Went to multiple dollar stores on mission to get 50 big white teddy bears and 100 gift bags. Was told not to come back until I had accomplished this. As I walked around the store on a teddy bear hunt, one little old lady thought I worked there and was restocking (my cart was jam packed with teddy bears), and therefore very kindly took 2 bears out of my cart and walked away with them, after asking me where the soap was. I knew where the soap was, so I told her.

Got lost downtown hand-delivering a thank you note (“Mo, we simply cannot mail it now, it’s too late")… .

Went to spa to set up 2 christmas trees that I picked up yesterday at this ghetto-ass kmart. No one knew where the hell they were supposed to go. I created chaos for the front desk people.

Met Germaine at the hotel to talk about getting more facebook friends for the spa. Was awkward. I want to steal all her facebook hotel friends, so I can reach my goal. The spa and hotel are related, fyi.

Continued my ongoing project, which is making a list of every contact my boss knows and assigning them male or female. 3000 contacts later, she wants me to now just keep adding just names, even if they have no email, phone number, or address. At least for the most part I can sex them.

Went and got ice and set up for party. Was told to cut the pizza into “fun shapes”. They looked more like “retarded” shapes.

Went to Robin’s bar for trivia night. Robin apparently ate a bad quesadilla and threw up, so she got off work early and I didn’t stay for the rest of trivia night.