Meet Abbie, cubicle dweller by day, blogger by night. Acting as her online diary, the blog features a no-holds-barred, true life, gritty account of her sometimes funny, sometimes painful, often dirty love life. Oh, and she doesn't always change the names to protect the innocent. After a date with coworker, Toby, she has a new reason to hate Mondays. When the post goes viral, Toby seeks revenge and enlists the help of his buddy Parker to do it. Both guys soon realize when she isn't bad-mouthing men, she's pretty likable, maybe even lovable, which really puts a crimp in Toby's revenge plot. As if her life life and work life colliding aren't challenging enough, Abbie has a crazy roommate with a vacuuming obsession, a serious problem with alcohol resulting in BUI: blogging under the influence, and a broken heart. All may be fair in love and war, but what happens next will rock the internet and her world.
I had originally read the first part of this serial for another tour and I was instantly hooked because thou shall not drink and blog is something most bloggers need to live by. Luckily I just write book reviews so I am not doing anything embarrassing if I type the review after a couple glasses of wine. This serial is now complete and I was able to see what was going to happen next and if Abbie would be blogging anymore drunken posts after the disaster that happened before.
Be prepared to laugh out loud, groan, snort and at times shake your head at some of the antics this group pulls. I am not going to lie, while I did love the laughs it produced by the time it finished I was pretty much over it. It got way to cheesy and corny, don’t get me wrong I love cheesy and corny but this went just a tad bit into the annoying side.
If you are looking for a quick laugh and a quick read then you should read about why you should never drink and blog in the Abbie Diaries.
The Office Eye Candy: Fun to Look at, Painful to DateAbbie Baker | On March 21, 2015 If you had asked me a year ago just what I thought about office romances, I would have told you that nobody in their right mind would ever have one. Nothing good could happen from one, right? If you had asked me that a year ago, though, I would have taken inventory of all the men I worked with and would have come up with Nathan, 47, balding and wheezy; Derek, 59, a happily married father and grandfather; and Tyler, who while the right age, is gay. When you have the male coworkers I had then, it is easy to be judgmental about workplace romances. When your elderly fellow employee retires and is replaced with a young, good-looking, single, straight guy, however, it becomes a whole lot easier to decide that nothing is just black or white. I am here to tell you, though, that your first instincts are correct: do not cross the line. Because if you do, you could end up right where I am now: loveless, mad, and with yet another reason to hate Mondays. If you have been following the dating drama that is my life, you know that tonight was my much-anticipated date with Toby, my heart-stopping, next-cubicle neighbor. We bonded over a jammed printer, shared dismay when we thought the company was being closed, and laughed together in relief when we found out that we were only changing buildings. All in all, we were clearly destined for couple greatness. In preparation for the big event, I was waxed, polished, and tweezed. I spent a week’s salary on a form-flattering outfit, and I spent an hour on my hair. But I didn’t mind. It was an investment in my future position as Mrs. Toby Lockland. Is there someone you can sue when a fool-proof investment falls flat? That’s right, ladies. Toby was an epic failure, and you guys are all going to reap the rewards of my humiliating ordeal.