Thank god for PB&J
I'm fighting with InDesign so hard right now that it physically hurts. Stupid fucking Adobe product *fist shaking at the Universe*.
Also, all of my clients have files that they need done by end of day and I have no one to help out. Gee, thanks for the advanced notice when I was sitting around on my ass all yesterday...
Anyway, I was about to 1. cry, 2. send a lot of cranky emails, and 3. tell the next person to use the words "I know you're busy, but..." that they can have my last, fragile nerve but otherwise FUCK OFF... and then I remembered that synap made me a PB&J to take to work today and I ate that instead. Now, I feel more capable/less homicidal.
Good husband is good ;)
Also, all of my clients have files that they need done by end of day and I have no one to help out. Gee, thanks for the advanced notice when I was sitting around on my ass all yesterday...
Anyway, I was about to 1. cry, 2. send a lot of cranky emails, and 3. tell the next person to use the words "I know you're busy, but..." that they can have my last, fragile nerve but otherwise FUCK OFF... and then I remembered that synap made me a PB&J to take to work today and I ate that instead. Now, I feel more capable/less homicidal.
Good husband is good ;)