So I changed my hours at work to allow me to get to my part-time gig and/or the gym without running my ass off needlessly. I used to work 8:30 to 5; now I work 8:00 to 4:30.
Except today, since it's 5:15 and I'm still here. Sitting on my ball, of course.
I totally got SLAMMED at 4:00. Anything that could have gone wrong, did. Stuff that couldn't have possibly gone wrong found a way, just to spite me. The only good thing to come out of this afteroon is the fact that I have not yet fallen off the ball.
I'm tired, I'm cranky, and I hate New Yorkers.
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But, you haven't fallen off the ball, which is a plus.
And you have bagels in your fridge.
And a nice meal and a bottle of wine waiting for the mystery guest.
And kitties waiting to snuggle with you when you get home.
And Sushi Cottage, the best BB north of the Mason/Dixon line.
And me.
Oh, and dammit, you have the Kelly! Duh.
Thanks, anon. You always make it better.
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