some weeks just seem made of days that conspire against you. I am now in one of those weeks. Grumble. More on this theme when bullets stop flying over my head.
some weeks just seem made of days that conspire against you. I am now in one of those weeks.
Grumble.
More on this theme when bullets stop flying over my head.
Breathe! Dammit! BREATHE! ๐
Well, the week is over. Here’s hoping your week wasn’t as bad as mine.
Brutha, my week can’t hold a candle to yours. Though honestly one of the things that made my week just a hair worse is *your* bad news. Not that I’m worried about you, you’ll land on your feet, but I hate it when my employer lets the obvious keepers go for the wrong reasons.