The beautiful Spring flower arrangement you brought into the office on Tuesday is looking forlorn and wilty.
The mood that struck first thing was kind of crabby and mostly not one that supported a strong start to a.nother.day.in.office.paradise.
The normal grooming routine, including extra long, warm shower and attention to makeup that usually isn't paid didn't jolly me out of said crabbiness.
Even the cheerful silk blouse with cute tie over jeans accompanied by cute sandals (and even sporting my new French pedi that I felt compelled to get on the way home last night) isn't doing it.
So now I'm going for chamomile tea, shutting my door and just trying to focus on the endless damned list of tasks that feel right now like they're sucking the life out of me and accomplishing very little in return.
Or maybe I should just plan to go for a walk or something healthy at lunch because, wow, I'm sounding super bitchy and don't need to be sharing that love with anyone I care about and work with, right?
Sheesh.
The mood that struck first thing was kind of crabby and mostly not one that supported a strong start to a.nother.day.in.office.paradise.
The normal grooming routine, including extra long, warm shower and attention to makeup that usually isn't paid didn't jolly me out of said crabbiness.
Even the cheerful silk blouse with cute tie over jeans accompanied by cute sandals (and even sporting my new French pedi that I felt compelled to get on the way home last night) isn't doing it.
So now I'm going for chamomile tea, shutting my door and just trying to focus on the endless damned list of tasks that feel right now like they're sucking the life out of me and accomplishing very little in return.
Or maybe I should just plan to go for a walk or something healthy at lunch because, wow, I'm sounding super bitchy and don't need to be sharing that love with anyone I care about and work with, right?
Sheesh.
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