After the post vacation depression wore off (mostly), things went into hyperdrive over here. Gag.
It's the one month stretch, you guys, and its SO HARD. Everyday is like a close-but-no-cigar type scenario. When all I want to do is reply to every annoying email with, "I don't care and I probably hate you," I instead have to be like, "Oh sure, I'll rearrange a thousand things to accommodate YOU. It's my PLEASURE!!! XOXO." Seriously. People I've never met in real life sign their emails to me with xoxo.... whyyyyy? I know you don't love me! You don't even know what my face/body/shoes look like. For all you know I could wear these everyday:
BAAAAAARF barfbarfbarfbarf
The last two months did actually go by pretty quickly though and I just counted and this time I made no mistakes: 19 DAYS of work left!!!!!!!!! NINETEEN. I just got tingly. When I walk out of this building for the last time I will definitely look like this:
Then I might barf and go hug my dog for one week straight, because it's actually kind of scary to have no solid plan and basically drop the life I've been leading for the last four years in search of a better one....
(ps. - better life does not include better friends, family, boyfriends BTW. xoxo- I MEAN IT!)
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