Here I am, awaiting the verdict from the dreaded 3:30 Friday meeting. I don’t care what industry you are in, if you or your boss goes in for a meeting at 3:30 on a Friday afternoon, there is NOTHING good that can come from it. Tonight I had planned on going to a bar after work with a few friends and my darling husband (who still won’t let me get those pens–darn it!). Last time I planned on going to that same bar with nearly the same people, it was a cold March day. March14th, 2003. I planned an outing and wound up here, in this dark gray prison of a building, until 11 pm. I was tired. I was cranky. I was disgusted with life in general. And like today, I wondered: Do we live to work or work to live??

The weekend is already too short without them having to eat into it like this. BLAH! and BAH HUMBUG!

WHAT am I doing with my life?? WHAT?!

Gr.

And still, I do not have my beautious pens. Blast them all.