wrung me out too too too many times

Today I left work an hour and a half late (nothing shocking), and when I got home I spent another hour doing other work things. And then I got an e-mail that said I have a meeting that starts at the time when I'm supposed to leave work, PS I needed to leave an hour early tomorrow.

So what I did was cry. Seriously. I cried for an hour. I cried at the computer, I cried on the phone, I cried on the couch. I went into my room and starting packing my bag for my trip (which I will now be late for) crying while watching "The Job."

I love "The Job." The job, not so much. Now I am sitting at the computer (oh, but you knew that) having downed three Advil and a beer (My self-medication is squarely OTC), and I have stopped crying. I'm calling that progress.

PS I love Colton Orr.