#43
So here I am once again, stuck in the office on a Friday night at 11pm, because people cannot get their act together and/or are lazy and like to do things at the last minute. If I could get a dollar for every incompetent, rude, slothful or stupid (or any one of those combined) nincompoop I encounter on a daily basis, i would not have to do this asswipe of a job anymore. That was my rant for the day. Short and sharp.
P is looking for God this weekend so I have 48 full hours to myself and no clue what to do. It's kinda scary how I'm not sure what to do with myself when he is not around. I know that we are supposed to be a whole and not a half and I'm more than certain I could entertain myself perfectly well but I just don't like it much when he's not with me. Not like there's part of me missing or anything like that but more like he's the fleur de sel to my caramel. Both are yummy on their own but together, some mindblowing concoction. I'd much rather be part of salted caramel than plain old sickeningly sweet caramel ;)
I'm so tired I want to go home.
P is looking for God this weekend so I have 48 full hours to myself and no clue what to do. It's kinda scary how I'm not sure what to do with myself when he is not around. I know that we are supposed to be a whole and not a half and I'm more than certain I could entertain myself perfectly well but I just don't like it much when he's not with me. Not like there's part of me missing or anything like that but more like he's the fleur de sel to my caramel. Both are yummy on their own but together, some mindblowing concoction. I'd much rather be part of salted caramel than plain old sickeningly sweet caramel ;)
I'm so tired I want to go home.