I came to work today with a spring in my step because in reality I didn't look half bad. I'd dressed up a little more today than I normally would complete with a sassy black and white skirt, and Liz Claiborne heels. A little chestnut lip liner and Oh Baby Lip Glass completed the package and well... you know I was kinda rockin' the hip fashionista business woman look today.
I spent the first several hours of the day in a meeting. Although it was long, it culminated in a trip to the Cheescake Factory so it wasn't a complete waste of time.
I chitchatted easily with the two women as I shoved Pasta Da Vinci in my face (Clue # 1: carb cravings)
Things were going generally well today. Nothing like the past several days which had been exhausting.
Good sign, I thought. Now I'll head back to my office and get several things done and leave satisfied and fulfilled.
Cue record scratching sound
Somehow once I stepped foot back in to my building I hated everyone.
When my co-worker came to me asking for assistance I condescendingly said "Well I can help if you really think you need it"
When my boss came and asked me if I had a second I said "I guess so" and tuned her out mid sentence.
And just now I received an email from the CFO asking for some reports. Oh and did I mention he needs them tomorrow and its after the time I normally leave. I quickly shut down email ignoring it and when I heard his voice outside my door I quickly shut it so as to not be accosted and asked to put my home life on hold to finish his report.
After I closed my door, I thought , that was rather rude of me. I might be fiesty but I'm generally accomodating in the workplace.
And then they hit. The cramps that I'd compare to someone putting my uterus in a vise and tightening the clamp and releasing , tightening it and releasing it, tightening and...well you get the point.
In the craziness that is life, I completely forgot that July is ending and August is approaching. So that means I will soon be visited by Aunt Flo, that whore. Man she's one gal I'd beat the tar out of if I could.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go OD on Midol.