Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just come over to play.
I look like an ice cream cone.
No, seriously, I look a demented bag of cotton candy. There's a reason why I never ever wear poofy clothing. Ever.
Remind me to never again let Margaret pick out my clothing.
"CJ, I look ridiculous in this thing."
CJ looks up from some papers on her desk, and bursts out laughing. "Donna, what did they put you in?"
"Margaret said it would make me look like a princess. I look like a Barbie who fell into the cotton candy machine."
"Yeah, I would say that's a fair assessment." CJ looks me up and down. "I can fix this." She walks over to the intercom on her desk. "Carol, come quick! Donna's been attacked by a cotton candy machine..." The rest of CJ's sentence was cut off by a burst of hysterical laughter.
"Fine." I say primly. "I can see I obviously came to the wrong place for help." I turn and walk out the door with my head high, only to get the skirt caught in the door. So much for my exit.
"Hang on Donna, maybe I can get some of the carnies to help you out." CJ collapses in a fit of laughter again.
I glare at CJ over my shoulder, and manage somehow to pull myself through the door.
Of course that was stupid, because I walked right into Josh.
"Donna?" Josh gives me a bewildered look. "What happened to you?"
"It's nothing Josh. Margaret was just having some fun." I move to walk away.
"It's just...you look like..."
"Don't say it Josh. I've had to deal with Margaret, who is in Coco Chanel mode right now, CJ, who thinks I look like "Carnival Fun Barbie", and in a few moments, I will have to walk through the bullpen, and endure the comments of my so-called friends. So if you could just not say anything right now, I would really appreciate it." Was that a tear? You're cracking, Donnatella.
"No problem Donna." Josh says as he starts to walk away. "I was just gonna say that you look like a princess."
Pigs are flying through the tundra that is now hell.
Why did I ever agree to let CJ help me? How did I even get to this point?
Oh yeah. The Great Donnatella Moss Scheme of 2001. Hah.
So here I am, sitting once again in CJ's office, waiting. I don't really know what I'm waiting for, I'm just waiting. CJ had coaxed me back into her office with promises of chocolate and free weekends. About five seconds after I got there, she got an "urgent telephone message" and ran out, yelling something to Carol about roses and a koi pond.
At least I think that's what she said. I was busy trying to find a liquor cabinet.
I'm sitting in an office that doesn't belong to me, wearing a hideous pink dress and drinking a flat can of Diet Coke. (it was all I could find.)
How pathetic am I? I mean seriously, I have to be one of the saddest people ever to walk the face of the Earth--oh great and now CJ's phone is ringing. Figures.
"Hello, CJ Cregg's office."
"Donna? Is that you?"
"Yes. Who is calling?"
"Donna it's me, Sam." Sam sounded out of breath and a little edgy. "I need you to do me a huge favor."
Do I have a sign on me somewhere that says human doormat? "What can I do for you?" Apparently so.
"Can you run down to the First Lady's garden, and try to find CJ? It's really important that I speak to her, and I can't leave my office."
"Why not?" Something is up and I want to know what it is.
"Because Mom said...I mean...uh...I just can't." Nice recovery, Sam.
"Sure Sam, whatever." I hang up the phone and stare at it for a minute. "This is it, and then I am going home. Date or no date."
And for the second time in one day, my exit from CJ's office is hampered by my hideous dress.
I look like an ice cream cone.
No, seriously, I look a demented bag of cotton candy. There's a reason why I never ever wear poofy clothing. Ever.
Remind me to never again let Margaret pick out my clothing.
"CJ, I look ridiculous in this thing."
CJ looks up from some papers on her desk, and bursts out laughing. "Donna, what did they put you in?"
"Margaret said it would make me look like a princess. I look like a Barbie who fell into the cotton candy machine."
"Yeah, I would say that's a fair assessment." CJ looks me up and down. "I can fix this." She walks over to the intercom on her desk. "Carol, come quick! Donna's been attacked by a cotton candy machine..." The rest of CJ's sentence was cut off by a burst of hysterical laughter.
"Fine." I say primly. "I can see I obviously came to the wrong place for help." I turn and walk out the door with my head high, only to get the skirt caught in the door. So much for my exit.
"Hang on Donna, maybe I can get some of the carnies to help you out." CJ collapses in a fit of laughter again.
I glare at CJ over my shoulder, and manage somehow to pull myself through the door.
Of course that was stupid, because I walked right into Josh.
"Donna?" Josh gives me a bewildered look. "What happened to you?"
"It's nothing Josh. Margaret was just having some fun." I move to walk away.
"It's just...you look like..."
"Don't say it Josh. I've had to deal with Margaret, who is in Coco Chanel mode right now, CJ, who thinks I look like "Carnival Fun Barbie", and in a few moments, I will have to walk through the bullpen, and endure the comments of my so-called friends. So if you could just not say anything right now, I would really appreciate it." Was that a tear? You're cracking, Donnatella.
"No problem Donna." Josh says as he starts to walk away. "I was just gonna say that you look like a princess."
Pigs are flying through the tundra that is now hell.
Why did I ever agree to let CJ help me? How did I even get to this point?
Oh yeah. The Great Donnatella Moss Scheme of 2001. Hah.
So here I am, sitting once again in CJ's office, waiting. I don't really know what I'm waiting for, I'm just waiting. CJ had coaxed me back into her office with promises of chocolate and free weekends. About five seconds after I got there, she got an "urgent telephone message" and ran out, yelling something to Carol about roses and a koi pond.
At least I think that's what she said. I was busy trying to find a liquor cabinet.
I'm sitting in an office that doesn't belong to me, wearing a hideous pink dress and drinking a flat can of Diet Coke. (it was all I could find.)
How pathetic am I? I mean seriously, I have to be one of the saddest people ever to walk the face of the Earth--oh great and now CJ's phone is ringing. Figures.
"Hello, CJ Cregg's office."
"Donna? Is that you?"
"Yes. Who is calling?"
"Donna it's me, Sam." Sam sounded out of breath and a little edgy. "I need you to do me a huge favor."
Do I have a sign on me somewhere that says human doormat? "What can I do for you?" Apparently so.
"Can you run down to the First Lady's garden, and try to find CJ? It's really important that I speak to her, and I can't leave my office."
"Why not?" Something is up and I want to know what it is.
"Because Mom said...I mean...uh...I just can't." Nice recovery, Sam.
"Sure Sam, whatever." I hang up the phone and stare at it for a minute. "This is it, and then I am going home. Date or no date."
And for the second time in one day, my exit from CJ's office is hampered by my hideous dress.