I'm thisclose to putting in my two weeks notice and getting the fuck out of this job, but the timing isn't quite right, another week or so and I AM OUTTA HERE! (Don't want to have to head to Alaska too early, that place is cold.) But, although I'm not superstitious, I could swear that Friday the 13th is totally fucking with me. Not in huge ways, but just petty little annoying shit. Like my work email has been screwed up for most of the day, and it's just me. No one else in the company is having any problems. And Wordpress keeps screwing up as I'm trying to read a couple of my favorite blogs, Miss Pants, who has a heartbreaking announcement, and Amy, who seems to be saying something interesting about her sobriety, but I can't read all of it!! AAARRGGhhh! And I can't leave any (kind/supportive/witty/sarcastic) comments either, which, for a blog-junkie like me, is tantamount to hiding my chocolate chip cookies and then teasing me about it.
Historically, Friday the 13th has been a good day for me. This one, though, is giving me flashbacks to 2008.
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I'm sorry! Hugz to you, and I'm even wearing deodorant today! :)
Ugh. Hope you at least had a drink or something. ;)
And this will make you chuckle...I just had a typo, and almost left it for fun, because it said, "Hope you at least had a DINK or something."
Friday 13 this year was possibly the best day I've had all year. Went skiing....ALONE. Had two days and nights to myself. I felt like I was on drugs, good ones, all day through bedtime.
Perhaps next year for you!
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