When “I told you so” still won’t cut it.
This weekend I endured high levels of puppy squishing and apartment cleaning, boyfriend time-spending and DVD watching. Amanda offered me food or sex, while the puppies were relentless in licking every part of the body no tongue should go.
Winter swimming included jumping around like an idiot in swimming trunks barefoot on a very rocky beach, running into the water, swimming into open water before panicking at how far out I was going, having my feet hurt from the rocks, stripping naked, with strategically placed boyfriends and towels to dry off, The Crooked House, bathing my oozing wounds in the kitchen sink, and watching members of the Cordy Clan try on platinum blond wigs.
Pictures!
Friday I received my annual review where my raise was more a slap in the face. And my comments of “We (all 5 CSR’s) feel very understaffed, what happens if someone is on vacation and someone else calls in sick? It would be a nightmare!” As luck would have it, #1 is on vacation, #2 and #3 both called to say they wouldn’t be in. #4 had to leave at 2pm for a dentist appointment. Guess who #5 was who had to basically deal with the work of 4 people all day?
