Ever have one of those days when something last minute leaps up, attacks you and forces you to stay late at work? That's what happened to me today. Which is my own damn fault because I also said "do you want me to take care of this?"
And we all know what the answer from the boss will be.
So I had to work late, and I didn't know how late I was going to be. As a result, I did a lot of whining at work today. I was Bitchy McBitchalot. I was in a grim mood all day. I sulked, I pouted, I whimpered about the inherent unfairness of life, the universe and everything.
And then, how late did I stay at work? Until 5:45 p.m. I am the girl who whined wolf.
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