Rant
So someone has been sitting in my chair.
I hate to be a bitch but someone has seriously been sitting in my chair...Susan. I'm sure it was her. She adjusted it all weird and her fat ass smooshed the seat pad down. Uh. And it smells. I understand that she wants to gossip with her friends during break but I don't think that gives her the right to move my chair into the cube next door and adjust it. I mean, she's just talking for 10 minutes, why is there a need to adjust it? I sit in the chair 8 hours a day. She sits there for 10 minutes and suddenly the chair is hers.
Maybe I'll stop going to the bathroom and getting a snack during break. I just find that if I eat a little light throughout the day, I have fewer flare-ups. I don't get as much of the billing done when I'm eating at my desk. Plus, then I have to listen to everyone ask me about why I'm eating at my desk. No, I'm not pregnant. Yes, I have an autoimmune disease. No, I don't want to talk about it.
Meanwhile, Warren came home late last night after a gaming session with some friends. I had just woken up from a nightmare. So he came to bed and we spent some time together, if you know what I mean. Maybe I'll get pregnant and not return to work after the baby is born. Then anyone can sit in my chair.