I’m restless and I don’t want to be here today. I’m sorta crampy and it’s hot out and I wish I could be anywhere else. I’m not interested in tracking down expense checks or trolling earnings releases for earnings metrics. I don’t want to talk about the weekend and I don’t want sit in this little ass cube.
What I do want is to be laid out on a beach with my husband. I want quiet. I want out of here. ASAP. I hate everyone. Is it bad that I’m having difficulty writing my self evaluation because it keeps sounding like a resignation letter? Yeah. I’m worn the hell out.
I'm just friggin done.
Later.........
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