I was going to tell you about how I got a nickel-sized rug burn on my big toe last night.
But then I had the most incredibly shitty day at work. Like, a classic soul-sucking whore sort of workday. It commenced in my complete breakdown behind my boss's closed door, wherein I told him that I feel incapable of doing the job to which I've been assigned and that I'm seriously considering seeking other employment, and by the way, did I mention that I'm a horrible manager and I totally suck at my job? And he, of course, talked me down from my ledge, but I was emotionally drained and my eyes were red and swollen from where I'd cried shamelessly for 45 minutes. And then, as if that weren't bad enough, I had a second emotional breakdown in front of one of my employees while trying to convey to him that it is NOT okay for him to ignore my phone calls and refuse to return my messages and that when he does that it makes me sad.
Fuck. I should've stayed home today.
But then I got home. And took a shower. And Jimi got home. And a neighbor came over and shared a bowl. And our new roommate showed up to discuss our new living arrangement. And there was leftover pizza. And more beer. And chocolate. And this:
So I'm feeling better now. And really, you didn't want the story about the nickel-sized rug burn on my big toe, anyhow. I promise.