My mood can only be described as ‘murderous’

I scrambled to get all my shit done by 3:30 so I could leave early.

The joke at the home office is that if I leave before 6, I have to call it a vacation day.

And sure enough, ’twas the day before a holiday and I’ve worked late and come in early every day this week. (Like always.)

And now I have projects rolling in that require my presence. One I can guarantee you won’t come even though I was just asked to stay for it.

Because, I’m sure Harvey and Martha and Morty and Edith are putting off their plans to go to Early Bird dinner in breathless anticipation of receiving this.

Plans? What plans?

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