Aside from the rather lovely extra-curricular activities I mentioned, last week at work was hideous. I shed my first work-related tear*. Just the one. I squidged it out of my left eye because if I didn't my head would have exploded from a fury-related aneurysm. I shouldn't have done it though, because, upon releasing that all that fury in a globule of salty water, thereafter that eye twitched like a dying moth until about 10pm.
these little beauties. The plan for this week is that I'll keep these on my shelf and will select a mug each morning to reflect my mood. My room mates will then advise the office about when it's best to approach me with questions, work or problems.
I have one question though. Who is Larry, where does he work and why is he so happy about it? Ok, that was three questions.
I hate Larry.
* just to clarify, I have cried AT work, but not because OF work.