Today I cried at work.
Cue the chorus of groans, you've all witnessed a girl cry at work. I'm groaning along with you, really I am. That girl sucks. I hate her too. She can't just separate work and real life. She can't not take everything too personally. She can't stand up for herself, she gets overwhelmed, blah blah blah.
I read ya. Loud and clear. I received a "I'm worried about you" AND a pity coffee today.
A PITY COFFEE.
In a time of layoffs, by the way. Again. Now with more beer money and less patience in waiting for my F-ing severance already!
The hot tears sprung to my eyes for the first place because my job is like working for The Terrible Trivium.
Like this:
So, after moving piles of sand with tweezers, drilling through mountains with needles, and emptying wells with an eyedropper, I had about had it.
So I cried.
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