Two women had the loudest, shrillest conversation on the seabus this morning. I understand, now, why men sometimes use the term “hen party”. STFU: it’s 8am and I’m still trying to sleep.
Then I came in to work and for the umpteenth time the receptionist was here and yesterday’s coffee was in the pot. Why do I have to make coffee every morning? It’s her job. I know I sound like an elitist bitch, but if your job is to manage the office and one of your duties is to make coffee, then don’t you think that one of the first things you should do every morning is make the coffee? I’m not saying my job is more important than hers, or that I am “above” making coffee: I just want her to do what she’s supposed to do, because in doing so I don’t have to do it.
Deep breath. This morning, while waiting for the elevator, one of my neighbours popped her head out to grab a paper and saw me and said good morning and asked how I was and said I looked very nice today (it’s the boots: no one is immune to the boots).
Also, it is Thursday. One more day until the weekend. We only have to do three 1 mile repeats tonight so we’ll be at the coffee shop by 7:30.
PMS is such a cruel joke. An ex-boss of mine said she withheld making decisions of any importance while she was PMSing. I can understand why.
You wouldn’t, say, want to decide whether or not to go to Shanghai, or have an affair while in the throes of PMS.
2 comments:
I can never have PMS but I have days in which everyone and everything is a beast sent here to remind me that I deserve better.
Can you give me a name for this condition in men (when you're a better place, of course)?
LOL.. I think the male version is IMS: Irritable Male Syndrome. It seems to last longer than 5-7 days with you guys, though. ;)
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