my boss comes back from vacation, which means the co-worker from hell is going to try and corner me in her office and get all passive-aggressive up on me. Well screw that business, I’m having none of it.
Tomorrow, the gloves come off.
(Also, my phone keeps trying to autocorrect “come” to “coffee” when I swipe so basically I think that’s a sign to get up early tomorrow for something dark and magical.)
My alarm went off 20 minutes ago, and I’ve actually been awake for longer, but I still have yet to move…
Even though yesterday was a much better day, I still don’t want to go to work.
Funny thing is, though, had my co-worker handled the whole situation more appropriately, I would’ve helped her yesterday when it was clear she was behind. But now, fat chance. I won’t be doing that until next week’s meeting is over and things are decided.
I thought the broken pyrex in the mail was the poopy icing on my craptastic-day cake, but apparently I spoke too soon. Went to Bible Study, and as I made my cup of tea I wanted to be self-sufficient so I when I saw a container of what appeared to be sugar on the counter, I put a spoonful into my cuppa…
It was not sugar. Sea salt.
I honestly considered drinking the cup to save face rather than admit my hell-day defeat…but it just wasn’t worth it.
Then again, puppy Charlie snuggled on my lap the whole night and acted like he remembered me a little…so I’m taking it as a win.