Mofito

Mofito was on vacation this week.

Who is Mofito? My Only Friend in The Office.

Don't hate on the acronym. It was between Mofito and Mofaw (My Only Friend At Work). Disclaimer: She's not my only friend at work; I'd like to think I'm not that pathetic... I just needed a vowel between the M and F! Really. Anyway, Mofito or Mofaw? The decision was simple. Mofito reminds me of Mojito, one of my favorite drinks, which in turn makes me happy. And Mofito actually loves to drink as much as I can, and claims to be able to pack it in as much as I can (which I seriously doubt). So yeah. Mofito. F for Friends, don't get it twisted, y'all.

When she was about to leave, I felt a twinge of regret. What was I going to do without her? She alone knew my true nature behind my sunshine smile, and how I like to think wicked thoughts as I am saying happy things to people, like, "Oh! Your hair looks different today!" Translation, Oh my lord, did you fry your hair in a large vat of oil? [Deeper translation: Get out of my face. I'm in a cranky mood.] Plus, we liked to stroll around the Farmer's Market during lunchtime, looking at the heirloom tomatoes and buying kimchee of the streets of New York.

Turns out it wasn't so bad after all. I missed Mofito, but then I actually got some work done this time so it was all good.