OMG. It’s Sunday evening.
That means in less than 12 hours, I’ll be back in the office.
After working from home for a couple of years, and then going to part time, I have no idea how I did this week in and week out. I also don’t know how I’m going to survive the next couple of weeks until the injured secretary returns to reclaim her desk.
I often comment, “I am too old for this shit.” I now truly understand, in my heart of hearts, what that means. Sunday, the “day of rest,” is almost over, and I am definitely NOT done resting.
This fat old lady’s ass is at half-mast.
My fat old lady’s ass has no plan to run up a flag pole and see who salutes.
And yet, I don’t want to go to bed yet. Then my weekend will be over.