Figuratively and literally.
My new promotion at work is less than four days old and it’s already blowing up. It’s like everyone read the announcement and figures a switch was flipped so now I’m being inundated with management crap.
Add to that my coworker who will be out at least. 4 more weeks recuperating from his cardiac event…
And then on top of this, I got some sort of dysentery. Or something.
You know that scene at then bridal boutique from Bridesmaids? Yeah. Well, imagine me in that Lady St. Petsois JuJu gown crossing the street– again and again and again.
About every hour on the hour since 3 pm yesterday.