Finally.
Finally it's Friday. Could this week suck just a little more? I HATE my job. H A T E it.
Well, it's not just that I hate my job, it's that I'm utterly frustrated with my coworkers and my supervisor.
I REALLY hate working for micromanagers. Back off, leave me alone and let me work.
Merde.
but it's Friday.
Thank goodness.
There's just one little thing I want, to make this weekend good....
one little thing.
Please happen little thing.
Finally it's Friday. Could this week suck just a little more? I HATE my job. H A T E it.
Well, it's not just that I hate my job, it's that I'm utterly frustrated with my coworkers and my supervisor.
I REALLY hate working for micromanagers. Back off, leave me alone and let me work.
Merde.
but it's Friday.
Thank goodness.
There's just one little thing I want, to make this weekend good....
one little thing.
Please happen little thing.
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Sorry Post Secret got to you. I'm a little bit detached when looking at those. If I'm not, yeah, it would shred my heart too. When I read that I so wanted to be there to comfort you.
I don't know if I'll be able to call anyone in the near future. I can't find my kneepads so I can't go rollerblading. This makes me cranky.
As an alternative to talking to you on the phone, I would have loved to get out and rollerblade, but the kneepads were missing. I found them now.
I still want to call though.
What's the "one little thing?" I won't tell a soul, I swear.