I firmly believe that Monday's are out to get me. I won't go into details to save myself from regret, but... let's just say, it is only 10am on Monday morning and I already want to pull my hair out and shove it in someone's face as I scream at them for their stupidity. AND if one more person asks me to do one more thing, I may cry.
Maybe I just need a poptart?
yeah, that's probably it. So, I will probably go get one of those. Then come back to my desk and try to get some JUNK done for the day.
Also- let's hear it for the fact that this time NEXT WEEK it will be Christmas Eve, people. :)