Across the hall, my boss just made an appointment for a bikini and lip wax. 

 So now I know that. 

 This is the same woman who, with the office door wide open, loudly called her doctor to set up her colonoscopy, since she had just turned 50, then primly informed me in whispered tones that she would be out the next day for some “procedures.”  

Which reminds me there was another loud phone/open door episode where she discussed her son’s genital health with his doctor and then with her husband. 

I feel uncomfortable making a hair appointment at work and always close the door and turn on my space heater.

She’s just called her senile mother, so I’d better head out for a lunch break NOW.