Summers in Atlanta are the worst. I loathe being too hot. Every year I think to myself, "Don't worry, self. There's no way this year will be as wretchedly hot and humid as last year." Every year I'm wrong. Blech.
It doesn't help that today has been a particularly stressful day. Work is getting the better of me, and I find myself frustrated and bothered. I'm also feeling impatient, because there are a few projects I'm handling that I can't really do anything with until the other parties involved get back to me. Patience is not my strong suit.
The whole thing is horrifically tragic.
I should probably let my boss know that I'll be spending the rest of my day throwing and attending a pity party for one. He'll be invited, of course, but who wants to go to a crappy party like that? No one, that's who. I don't even want to go, and it's MY party, for and about and planned by me. I'll even be serving... um... water and sunflower seeds. Sorry, self. That's all I've got.
It doesn't help that today has been a particularly stressful day. Work is getting the better of me, and I find myself frustrated and bothered. I'm also feeling impatient, because there are a few projects I'm handling that I can't really do anything with until the other parties involved get back to me. Patience is not my strong suit.
The whole thing is horrifically tragic.
I should probably let my boss know that I'll be spending the rest of my day throwing and attending a pity party for one. He'll be invited, of course, but who wants to go to a crappy party like that? No one, that's who. I don't even want to go, and it's MY party, for and about and planned by me. I'll even be serving... um... water and sunflower seeds. Sorry, self. That's all I've got.
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