Last month, I got really mad at my coworkers for leaving the desk a mess, so I passive aggressively dumped out all the paper clips in our tray into the bottom of the drawer.
Speaking of mess, I get stressed out if there’s a ton of work waiting at my desk and mess everywhere when I come in, which is basically every day. I like everything organized. Did I mention next week is my last week at my job?
When I told my boss when my last day was and he asked if anyone had the week after that off, my immediate thought was “I don’t care.” It’s a two weeks notice, not a vacation.
I am painfully nice, and even when I think I am being a bitch, people apparently have no idea. I was once told that I look like Taylor Swift. I look nothing like Taylor Swift, clearly, since I’m not an 8 ft tall blonde fashionably-dressed singer, but I think I may look like a deer that could never ever be mad at anyone. They just have no idea the rage inside.
I’m watching Friends and it’s from a new perspective than when it was actually on. I’m now the age of the friends. My mind is blown. Phoebe and Chandler are my favorites. I feel the real life adult struggles of their lives, now.
Sometimes when people do things at work, I redo it after they leave. It’s not that I don’t like them; it’s that I don’t trust that they did it right.
I don’t go to Starbucks. Or drink coffee. So, this whole coffee cup freakout completely misses me. I don’t even drink those fun lattes everyone posts pictures of. How about some chocolate almond milk?
Speaking of coffee, I found out the schedule for my training next month starts at 6 AM. On the bright side, we should get out early. On the other hand, where’s that coffee I was talking about?
What are you confessing today?