Looking for the Elusive Sunshine

I am in the middle of a hellish work-crisis that it feels like I haven't seen the sunshine in months.

I am suppose to give a lecture to a group of eager young betherens on a topic that I'm suppose to be an expert on.

I found out today that I am an expert on that topic.

Big boss says that I am, so I must be.

I haven't a clue what I'm suppose to do for the two hours that the boss booked the lecture hall for.

I drove the Secretary crazy with the powerpoint presentation.

I want lots of noises and pictures and shooting stars on my powerpoint.

I am powerpoint un-friendly.

The Secretary put lots of noises and pictures in the powerpoint, but no shooting stars.

I want the shooting stars.

I should ask the Secretary to order pizza for my lecture.

I want more than two people (the Boss and the Secretary) to show up.

I have not done the laundry in weeks.

I have been wearing uber sexy unmentionable, normally reserved for generous patron saints to work.

I might have to go commando tomorrow.

My hair is messier than usual.

My hairdresser does not like me because I refuse to sit through an hour blow-drying sessiong after the cut.

I have better things to do than endure an hour of hot air aiming straight at my head.

I need to preserve all the brain cells I have.

Boss asked me to stop bringing baked goods to work because she wants me to be known as serious cut-throat professional and not as Betty Crocker.

I suspect she is worried about her inflating tummy, largely contributed by my superior baking skills.

I made pumpkin brownies that I plan bring to work tomorrow.

I am going to put extra chocolate drizzle on Boss's piece.

Speaking of sunshine, or lack there of, my new lust....