There is a saying, “God doesn’t give you more than you can handle”. It’s a lovely thought, right up until it applies to you, at which point you find that the voices in your head are looking skyward and screaming, “SERIOUSLY, DUDE, KNOCK IT OFF!! I’M SORRY ABOUT THE POPE JOKES!”
At the moment, I’m reminding myself that crap comes in threes, I’ve gotten three, so I should be good to go for a while.
Came to the astounding realization this morning that I really need a couple days off work. Unfortunately, the first open time is the end of next month… So, I’ve just put in for an extra long weekend over Memorial Day. (And thank god, just got the message back that it was approved.) Probably too little, too late, but hell, better than trying to tough it out until July.
And I just slammed my knee HARD into the desk, while on the phone with a client. Do you know how hard it is to not
swear very loudly or cry when you do that???
And why is it, when I swear things couldn’t be going worse, is when I continually get greeted with a cheery “Hey! How was your weekend?!” Cause I really don’t want to be that “Everything SUCKS now do you have anymore stupid questions?!” person, but I’m seriously getting driven to it…
It’s just driving me a little nuts that every time I seem to be getting my feet under me, something else shows up and knocks me over again. Gets you to the point of “can’t decide whether to cry or throw up” real quick.
