What a day...

Blech. That pretty much covers it. As if Work Day From Hell #2 was not enough, I had to come home and finish filing our taxes and fill out Sam's FAFSA and I was supposed to do some laundry but ran out of time so I will be wearing the weird undies tomorrow. You know what I'm talking about, the backup ones.

But I must add, it is a darn good thing that I love my job. I remember my last job all too clearly, (the one where they mispelled "blueprint archiving drone" as "Marketing Director" in the Craigslist ad)- I wanted to break things every day of the week. Looking back, I'm pretty sure that was my psycho phase and things probably weren't as bad as I thought they were.

Now, even when I am at the peak of stress I still love my job. I never knew that was possible. I may meet myself coming and going and meet new levels of scum (usually with a management title) monthly, but it is worth it.

Now I just have to work on not complaining so much, at home. I didn't realize how much I do until tonight I actually said "remember last week when I was complaining about..." Yikes, really? I expect him to remember my complaints? Uh, no thank you.

I crocheted a cute belt over the weekend. I will show you someday. Don't hold your breath.