This morning I was working from home (yes I know it's a holiday and I should say F*&^ it). I was feeling over it. What is it? you might ask. Work, slaving away on a holiday weekend, working 7 days a week over and over.
Then the buzzer sounded in my apartment. Lauren asked who it was, and the UPS man responded. He was not so pleased when he reached the top of the stairs, as the box he carried was massive. I, like a spastic child on Christmas morning, jumped up and down expressing my excitement to a man in a brown uniform rolling his eyes at me. I offered him some water, perhaps a snack. Still not amused. I signed on the line, and have now dropped my dreaded work to assemble my new best friend.
This job is temporary. And a few short months from now we shall ride off into the sunset together.
Then the buzzer sounded in my apartment. Lauren asked who it was, and the UPS man responded. He was not so pleased when he reached the top of the stairs, as the box he carried was massive. I, like a spastic child on Christmas morning, jumped up and down expressing my excitement to a man in a brown uniform rolling his eyes at me. I offered him some water, perhaps a snack. Still not amused. I signed on the line, and have now dropped my dreaded work to assemble my new best friend.
This job is temporary. And a few short months from now we shall ride off into the sunset together.
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