dreadiness
I absolutely dread opening my email. This has been going on for a week. It has to stop. I almost ruined my Monday interview with the most powerful Canadian female in the entertainment business. I am so whigging out about that. I have the questions all set and everything since her assistant wanted them early. As well, unprofessional me has not gotten back to my supervisor at the library who want me to teach some sort of workshop over spring break. I meant to get her my details about spring break and the week preceding but I did not. Hence, now I have to find someone to work for me the Thursday before, as she sent out the schedule till then. Arrgh.
Weeks are going by too fast.
Yes. I'm home on a Friday night. I am beat with a B-E-A-T. My plan to take an hour jog tomorrow is looking dimmer by the minute.
A word of advice: Never help your parents move. They will call you at all hours to ask you where stuff is. Yes, I moved the whole house. Yes, I have no idea where anything is. I had like one breakdown a day during the move. I packed everything. It's their job to unpack the stuff I did not. It's been like seven months.
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Weeks are going by too fast.
Yes. I'm home on a Friday night. I am beat with a B-E-A-T. My plan to take an hour jog tomorrow is looking dimmer by the minute.
A word of advice: Never help your parents move. They will call you at all hours to ask you where stuff is. Yes, I moved the whole house. Yes, I have no idea where anything is. I had like one breakdown a day during the move. I packed everything. It's their job to unpack the stuff I did not. It's been like seven months.
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