holy fucking shit show

I walked into a shit show this morning at the office. My office manager is pissed at my business partner, who apparently sent her a shitty email yesterday. So she’s pissed af – and I don’t blame her for the record – and my partner hasn’t mentioned shit about it to me, which is weird, but probably because he knows I’d be pissed. Instead, he sent me like 10 inches (no joke) of text this morning about how much he hates what we do.

FUCKING REALLY??? THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS.

And here I thought we were all in a good place.

Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

truthy tuesday things

  • This one guy, a client’s “man friend,” whom I got into it with previously, is too scared to come into the office now. He just drops her off and walks her to the door. I’m happy about this. That guy sucks. He knows what I think of him. Scamming motherfucker.
  • Not related to the above, I yelled to K today, “PLEASE TELL HIM TO JUST STAY HOME AND NOT TO COME IN HERE BECAUSE I AM GOING TO LOSE MY SHIT IF HE DOES.”
  • It is, however, related to the fact that my business partner called in sick today, but is now trying to come in. Not trying to be mean, but I don’t need you here. I’ve got this, bro.
  • I don’t understand how one makes a legal determination regarding disposable income and the ability to file a certain chapter of bankruptcy without actually completeting those forms. It isn’t like this was obvious. In the end, I had it figured out in less than 15 minutes. I don’t understand. It’s making me ragey, tbh. This means nothing to anyone but me, I know, but that’s okay.
  • I’m going to need a drink tonight.
  • Didn’t run last night because I needed a break. Oh and also because I’m reading a book about a (fictional) serial killer, and it’s creeping me out. I’m already kind of scared to run by myself at night even though I don’t leave the subdivision – especially down at the far end where they are still building.
  • We are making beef and broccoli tonight and watching TNG. That sounds just right.
  • My biggest pet peeve, which I have mentioned a thousand times already, is people being late. It’s so fucking rude. Happening currently. This prospective client is 18 minutes late. I already hate her. Not a good way to start things off.
  • I AM (sometimes double) BOOKED EVERY HALF HOUR FOR THE ENTIRE WORK DAY – I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR YOU TO BE LATE.
  • It did give me the time to write this post though. Lol.
  • She’s here now, so…

Whew!

For one panicky moment, I thought I had to go to work tomorrow. Then I remembered I’m off until Monday. 🙌🏻

I’m not ready to go back yet. I will be by Monday. But not yet.

This vacation has been amazing for my emotional well being. Though I’m def worried about what sort of shit show awaits me on Monday, but that sounds like a Sunday night problem to me.

Shit is getting cray over here

It’s getting so dark that the street lamps are on at 12:20 pm, and the crazy wind just blew down a bunch of tree branches.

Bonus Terissa pic. Lol.

I told the girls there is no way I’m going down into that roach infested demon basement, so I guess maybe I’m going to die if severe weather forces us to take cover. Lol.