This pretty much sums up my life this week.
I have blood on the front of my shirt and I didn't cut myself.
Yes, I know that's disgusting. And how it happened isn't important. What's important is that it did happen, and I have to go canoodle with 120 district managers and pass out laptops, and log them all in to make sure they work.
I can't just hide at my desk.
Oh and I'm pretty much over the snow universe. You are going to interfere with my cocktail enjoyment tonight. This pisses me off.
Almost as much as being reamed by my boss for the first time ever, over some crap a girl who works for me did, and redid, and redid THREE TIMES.
Bring on the weekend.