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.
This is Grim. He’s T’s pup.
That’s how many appointments are scheduled today.
Send Diet Pepsi and Xanax, please. 🤣
I really need to get out of bed, but fuuuuuuuuck.
when my clients try to use my personal social media accounts as a way to communicate with me. I always ignore it, and sometimes even block them. You have my office number. You have my work email. That’s enough. Leave my private life out of it, for fuck’s sake.
Sent this to my assistants this morning. 😊
This is all the enthusiasm I can muster.
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.
The last thing I wanted to do on my day off is have a state of the business conversation with my law partner via text, but here we are.
Do panic attacks count as cardio? Lol.
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.