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.
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.