Today sucked. I'm beginning to think that Mondays are cursed. Maybe I'll do a little spell. But in the meantime, to all you managers out there, when you tell someone that something needs to be done and give them a deadline...there's really no need to call them every Monday to harangue them about what they need to do. 'Nuff said.
Here's a pretty picture...
I came home tonight, ate some dinner, listened to Janis Joplin, Cherry Poppin' Daddies, and Flypside...had a little wine, and now I'm feeling a bit less stressed. Tomorrow, I don't have to go in. I'm going to be indoctrinated by the new company, instead. It's a good thing. A sort of rest, if you will.
I feel a little reckless tonight. I don't know if this is a backlash from the anxiety and constriction of work, but I feel a little like I want to do something crazy. I don't know what (and what's crazy to me is probably pretty normal to someone else, anyway), but I feel like breaking some rules.
I wish it weren't Monday. I wish I could just walk out to the street and find an adventure. I wish...I wish...well, I'm not going to share all that I wish here tonight because it's not a good idea to let your secrets out, is it?
But my most basic wish...one that I think I probably can share...I want to lay down tonight in my bed and have someone's arms around me.
B told me, last time we were together that she would remind me of all the disadvantages of a partner next time I was feeling all lonely and weepy...but she's out of town (something I've got to get used to). So, I'm turning to my blog friends...remind me of the joys of singlehood. I think I need that reminder tonight.
When I'm feeling better tomorrow, I will find a witchy spell to dispell the effects of a Monday because, really, this is getting ridiculous. Every Monday for eff's sake (usually it's Saturday!)!
Here's another pretty picture...