Work's been kicking my ass for the last week. I had a huge project dumped in my lap last Thursday. So big, in fact, that they brought in a temp to do my regular duties while I work on the special project. So I'm working on this gawdawful project, supervising & training a temp, closing 3rd quarter financials, packing my office for our big move at the end of this week, and preparing to leave on Thursday morning for my trip to Cincinnati. Add to that dealing with extra doses of grieving/anxiety/craziness this week and I'm well on my way to becoming a grumpy old man at the ripe age of 35. I tell you what, getting on that plane and flying away from this place for a few days is going to feel damned fine.
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because there’s nothing that amuses me more than hearing your pathetic opinion