40 Hours.

(Venting incoming)


40 work hours in three days. I swear my boss loves torture methods. I’m facilitating a workshop so I should clarify that it is rewarding knowing I’m helping others suceed. But,

Shiiiiit. Lol.

My brain is mentally torn apart.

My feet hurt a little. 

I miss my cat.

No lunch makes me cranky.

My lips hurt from talking all day.

I’m dehydrated and I have to piss.
I warned you about the vent rant. 🙂

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