I have a cookie headache
I sent my former boss and e-mail asking her to talk me down, seeing as I was on the edge of poking my own eyes out. She responded with the following:
"Use something sharp, and it won't hurt as much. Don't worry, when life sucks, all it takes is the love of a little mousie waiting for you at home to cheer you up. Also, you should call Nick and make him write you a poem professing his love. Haikus don't count! ; )"
So, so true. Nick came home during my lunch hour to give me hugs and I'll get Baby out after work. Then I will study, because studying - diligently - should get me out of this hell hole in no longer than 10 months. Maybe 11. In the meantime I'd really like a different job, but I guess we'll see how that goes.
"Use something sharp, and it won't hurt as much. Don't worry, when life sucks, all it takes is the love of a little mousie waiting for you at home to cheer you up. Also, you should call Nick and make him write you a poem professing his love. Haikus don't count! ; )"
So, so true. Nick came home during my lunch hour to give me hugs and I'll get Baby out after work. Then I will study, because studying - diligently - should get me out of this hell hole in no longer than 10 months. Maybe 11. In the meantime I'd really like a different job, but I guess we'll see how that goes.