And no, it isn’t “Black, Black Wednesday” because I’m wearing all black today (which I am).
No, this is Black, Black Wednesday because someone that I work for has started back to work today. This person was out for a month and a half due to some semi-unfortunate (yet humerous) circumstances.
Lets just say that my work-life was infinitely better for these past, glorious 45 days.
And now that’s over.
Yes, this person makes my bowels watery and my mood foul, and is directly responsible for 80% of my tension headaches.
And that fakey-fake “good morning” that I have to endure each and every day is enough to make the flesh want to melt from my face like a scene out of Raiders of the Lost Ark.
Do I exaggerate? Not so much.
So far I have managed to avoid the flesh-melting salutation, but it is only a matter of time. I know its coming from all the advanced warning I am receiving.
As feared as Leopold Stokowski was, at least he got his musicians to excel– and not look for another orchestra to play in.