/Rant

I hope other people at work who see me smiling, in a good mood fear me. Similar to above. 

Your incessant questions are about to make me lose my shit. 

Like…shave my head, attack you with an umbrella-style lose my shit.

Yes, huntee - I got your voicemail. And I didn’t give one fuck about it. 

#Bloopbloopbloop

Tomorrow is Casual Friday at work. Thankfully, I just got this top back from the dry cleaner.

So, you’re welcome in advance, everyone, for #boobshimmy.

Despite it all - this makes me absolutely giddy.

Let’s here it for Jiggy. 

The passive-aggressive e-mail chains I get looped into. 

I don’t respond. I eye-roll. Until my eyes actually bleed. Or until you sense my hate.

this is me when a massive shit show is no longer my problem.

I actually blame work for making me:

• Less intelligent
• More childish
• Apathetic toward the care of other human beings

So there’s that.

well, hello work week.

it’s like you won’t get out of my damn life. just go away.