Coming back to work has seriously bummed me out. I think this must be why Americans never take extended vacations. When you take vacations your immunity to the bullshit is decimated, and coming back to the gray walls is enough to make you feel suicidal.
Never before has being a housewife or vagabond looked so good. [...]

being back at work stinks. you know you go away for a week and you expect all the bullshit to just magically dissipate and you’d come back to a brand-new place of employment. a place with no political crap and no fuckwits and everything. but i think that’s just something we tell ourselves to get [...]

being back at work is painful. i’m tired and want to spend the day lounging about reading and watching soap operas and eating bon-bons. sadly, that’s not meant to be. i have to be here and write stuff.
the only thing making this remotely enjoyable is a caramel mocha. see john ran to caribou and [...]

i have to go back to work today. i am looking forward to it and dreading it all at the same time. sometimes i think life would be much better if i had a sugar daddy to support me and i could lounge about my apartment all the time in my underpants reading books.
ok, you’re [...]