I'd like to take 100% credit for the apparent shit storm that is happening at my previous place of employment, but I can probably take only about 14%.
Although I've been gone for 4 months, this week I got a couple of phone calls and emails from former co-workers that were ... panicked? Yes, panicked is the word.
Some of these people deserve what's happening to them, and some don't. All of them, however, should get their heads out of their asses and quit their jobs. That is my new answer to anyone who is remotely unhappy. Quit your job!
Are you unhappy?
Quit your job!
Oh, you're a stay-at-home mother? Is your liquor cabinet fully stocked?
Actually, what all of those people probably need is therapy. I need therapy.
So anyway, today I am meeting a friend for lunch so I can get the dirt on what's happening at the office. I love her, but every time I meet up with her and she explains the new insanity that's happening in an office of 50 women (Fifty women? What could go wrong?!) my blood pressure goes up. It becomes a little difficult to swallow, a little difficult to breathe.
So, not to change the subject, but I'm going to change the subject now.
Last night I dreamed that Katie Stevens from American Idol told me it's obvious I need to lose weight.
Which was upsetting. And strange.
I don't think Katie would ever actually say anything like that.
Happy Friday, you guys.