“I wish you a tolerable Thursday. That’s all any of us can hope for.”
– April Winchell
Last week was a four day work week, which after two weeks off for vacation completely resets one’s work clock. Luckily next week is another four day week, thanks to Martin Luther King Day. As welcome as this is, I know that it will exacerbate the problem.
This week has been rough.
I didn’t have time to do my hair this morning, it’s currently twisted up on top of my head – universally recognized as a bad start to a morning, thereby consigning the rest of the day to grumpiness.
I currently have four feet of uniforms and gear (yes, this is accurate, I measured) stacked in piles to find room for in an already stuffed to bursting supply room.
I also need to unpack a pallet of reams of paper.
Tonight, I’ve been asked to give a presentation on personal safety and law enforcement resources to my Ladies Aid Society this evening. Now you may not believe me, ducklings, given my verbosity and general ranting abilities, but I hate public speaking. Hate it. I stammer, I blush constantly, I can’t make eye contact, I speak in spoonerisms, you name it. Not looking forward to it.
So, what say you, minions? Shall we collectively disavow this Thursday?