Guard dog.
Happy Thursday.
I thought we could all use some Ryan Gosling to make it to the weekend.
This is will help me get through all my meetings and my coughing fits today.
FINALLY, LUNCHTIME. I’M LITERALLY STARVING.
… IS THAT MY SANDWICH?
THERE’S NO WAY YOU’RE JUST EATING MY SANDWICH.
LOOK AT ME, BECAUSE I’M SERIOUS. IF THAT’S MY SANDWICH YOU’D BETTER MAKE PEACE WITH YOUR GOD.
I am sick again.
girl crush… look at that black & brown.
Ugh. Every time I have to reblog because I too have the biggest girl crush on her.
“No, Diane. I can’t make lunch this afternoon I am totally swamped.”
“I know! She is such a bitch. Did you see what she wore to her eval?”
“Get out! Oh my God. I am googling that right now.”
“Diane, you are so dirty.”
“I brought bagels to work this morning and only one person came over to thank me for bringing them in. See if I bring them in again.”
“It’s so cold in here.”
“You know Jennifer got a promotion when she doesn’t even deserve it. I do almost all her work for her and what do I get?”
“See! I told you she smells like Crisco!”
“Shut the fuck up. No. Shut up!”
“Shut up!”
“Can you believe how hot is in here?”
“I hope people appreciated my 366 days of cats calendar I put up in the break room.”
“I spent my own money on that.”
“Can you believe they want me to work until 5:30 and not get paid overtime?”
“You have? Did you smell it first?”
“I stole Diane’s lunch from the break room fridge the other day and I’m not sorry. I forgot my wallet so I needed something.”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
“Do you want to get some lunch? I’m starving.”
Scenes from My Office.
So I just told my team I am taking Monday after the Super Bowl off.
I did it for one main reason: so I can have fun on Sunday and sleep in on Monday. But deep down inside I also did it because I work with a lot of Giants fans…and after the LAST time we played each other (and I was living in Boston), I learned quickly to just take the next day off.
Just in case…
Not trying to air any dirty family facebook drama on here. But my brother (BROTHER) just wrote me an email that said to “stop tagging pictures of him on facebook and to remove all tags.”
Soooooo - here’s the thing(s). 1) I didn’t even tag you. It was my album that someone tagged you in. 2) The ONE (1) picture where you were tagged was with our family from mine and Boo’s wedding day. 3) DO IT YOURSELF. You can easily untag yourself. In fact, it probably would have taken LESS time to untag yourself than to write a cold hearted email to me for something that I didn’t even do…
Oh and 4) Untagging takes more time than simply de-friending. Consider that shit untagged and de-friended. Since you can’t stand a picture of yourself with your siblings, then I don’t think there’s much need to fake being friends.
<end> being pissed off over a stupid email and fucking facebook.
Let’s do this.
Reflect. Acknowledge. No one is perfect. Appreciate. Grateful. Love. Strength. Love.
A year ago to date my life changed.
Reflect. Acknowledge.
Growth.
