Confessions of a Sociopathic Social Climber Page #4

I'm kidding. Who cares about|the stupid party, anyway?

I do.

That invite better be|in my mail at work.

If it's not,|my life is over.

I'll be banished|to social Siberia.

Too bad you burned your Uggs.

-You're really overreacting here.|-No I am not.

Take it from someone in advertising.|Image is everything.

Katya, your Dr. Boll's|presentation has been moved up...

to nine a.m. tomorrow|morning. Don't be late.

Work. What an|unpleasant interruption.

Especially after spending|entire evening building a buzz.

Which reminds me|drinks at Igloo: free.

Thanks to agreement|with bartender.

Initial contribution towards|adopted child: 79 cents...

new La Perla thong:|ninety dollars...

soiled current one after running into|man of my dreams on smoke break.

,Have yet to learn his name, but|will refer to him as 'Thor'...

because of Viking|good looks...

Am anticipating many expenses|for upcoming Royal Ball.

Can't believe Ferguson and Frangipani|think it's okay not to go.

But what else should I expect from a|musical theater queen male escort...

or my Korean ex-nail tech|turned-black widow billionairess?

Only fourteen days|'til the ball.

Must be brilliant, as have several|reasons to get to work before noon.

Dr. Bolls...

Dr. Bole's...|they're heaven for your soles.

You were great.|You make...

What happened to Nemo|and the bosses fish?

What does it look like?

Poor Lyle,|I mean Mr. Cosgrove...

He's really upset.

We're going to send|them for an autopsy.

So, obviously you got|my message last night.

After last call. I stayed up all|night working on my presentation.

I'm going to go in there and|talk to my very pleased boss.

I'm allergic to feathers.

Could you hold this?

To the fish.

Lyle, I just heard...

but come on, why the long|face? We just had a home run.

You were perfect, as always,|my little angel.

So, the good news is Rice-A-Roni|is looking for a new image...

they're going to need a new|advertising agency.

Now I've already given|the market research...

and all the product lines|to Sebastian.

Hold on...|I want you to present.

-When?|-Next week.

Is that an invite|to the Royal Ball?

Yes, it is. I donate|to Youth Aid International.

So do I!

Well then I guess|I'll see you there.

I wouldn't miss it|for the world.

Good. Then that night we can|celebrate you landing Rice-A-Roni.

Whatever.|Sorry.

How did Lyle get tickets|to the ball and I didn't?

Because he's a six-figure|donor to Youth Aid.

So far, you've only|contributed seventy-nine cents.

I have an idea.

Why don't you volunteer with me.|We'd have so much fun.

Working the event is worse|than not going at all!

Goofball.

What are you doing?

I'm working.

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