Yesterday the power went out--a thing that made Edsel scared and I don't know why other than that he could feel my annoyance, probably. He formed a letter C over his breakfast dish and wouldn't eat till I told him to. Anyway, I had to wash my hair and then work from my couch, on my phone, till my hair was dry enough to be presentable.
In the meantime, my temporary coworkers created a fighty fuss.
Now today I have to get to work early, and Lu annoy, because yesterday wasn't the world's most stressful day or anything. So I'll show you pictures from yesterday and then I gotta go. Am I stressed at all? Jesus.
Someone on Facebook took this picture IN Michigan of trees looking LIKE Michigan. He put up the photo with a bunch of hashtags like MichiganLove and MichiganForever and MichiganHandJob and so on, and someone left a comment:
"I see Michigan down at the end, there! In the trees!"
Oh my god. I hate people.
I finished one thing at home, then screamed to work and finished another thing in my hiding place, because as soon as I got there, "Hey June! Did you see this thing online!?" "Hey June! Did you see what we did to this one guy's desk?"
Hey, June!
Oh my god. I hate people.
Then as soon as that was done, I had an hour for lunch and then I had to scream to a book shop, above (note crazed look) for an all-afternoon meeting. On the way there, my phone is all, YOU HAVE A MEETING IN THE OFFICE IN ONE MINUTE!
What?
So I screamed back, trying to call everyone who was in the meeting and I love people who don't pick up and then who further call you back when they haven't listened to your voice mail. Thanks for the efficiency. Sure, I have time to say it all over again. Your time is way more valuable, you're right.
"June, that meeting is tomorrow."
Hey, June.
So WHY DID IT ALERT ME?
Screamed back, met all afternoon.
Screamed home, got m'Stitch Fix.
My mirrors don't look disgusting till I take a photo with them.
After that, I just sat here in misery till it was time to go to bed. Now I have to be at work in 8 minutes.
Hey, June.
