Two Complaints and a Praise.

In an attempt to preserve my booty, I'll preface this blog by saying I adore my job and am thankful to work for a great company (which shall remain nameless in order to avoid being found in a google search) with great people. I really am blessed.

However.

I was seriously questioning some life choices (or perhaps lack thereof) as I spent a significant portion of my Monday morning stapling decorative border onto a bulletin board. Like a scene out of The Office, I was urgently called upon to do some serious damage control on what I now call "The Great Bulletin Board Emergency of 2011." Bulletin board emergency. Please take a second to let that sink in. I know you're thinking I'm joking or exaggerating but I can assure that at 8:02a yesterday the Bull. Bo. was no laughing matter.

Plus I don't take kindly to being barked at about mundane ridiculousness.

I'm nobody's Phyllis, beyotch.

Work has been a place of serious sensitivity for me lately. Maybe hostility would be a better word for it. Today I went into a level five rage when I had to enter an address and the person filling out the app wrote down a zip code with 6 digits. I lost my crap. I turned into Phil Sey Hoff in MI3.

"Do you have a girlfriend? Because I'm gonna find her. And I'm gonna hurt her. And then I'm going to kill you in front of her." - Phil Sey Hoff to Tom Cruise.

Okay, I can admit that that was an exaggeration. But I was definitely hot. I wanted to be less than nice and more than stern with this USPS mailing standards offender. Believe you me, brother.

Anyhow, these are merely two examples of the hundreds of bugs in my bonnet these days.

In good news, small groups started about 2 weeks ago and I am DIGGING IT. Loving my girls and the time I get to share with them.

I promise my next post will have much less complaining.