Not to put too fine a point on it, but lately, work has been biting hairy monkey wiener. I have a new boss (my third one inside of a year) and while I absolutely LOVE going through the process of proving myself to a third person, I think I am on the verge of mental collapse.
When I got into work on Thursday, my bosses office was dark. A few minutes later I found out that he would be working from home. I immediately ran to the bathroom, went into the first stall and proceeded to do a happy dance. I think that once you start dancing in the bathroom, it s a clear sign that your best days in a job are behind you.
As miserable as I may be in my work life, I am lucky to have some great friends and a delightfully strange family. After spending a blissful afternoon at a beach party yesterday, I woke up to find the following note next to the phone.
I don't know if it is an accusation or a shopping list, but it tickles me to the core. Mature? No, but a fitting note for someone who bathroom dances and proof that work may be crap but crap can be funny. It's all a matter of perspective.