Ever have one of those moments where one of the smallest things happen and you absolutely explode? A week's worth of stress comes flying out because someone didn't use their blinker. The next thing you know you've sent that car flying into the ditch and there is a 30 car pile up behind you. It's just that one moment where you can't take another minute and you explode like a bomb. I hate my job - not the way that normal people hate their jobs. I have to take Xanax in order to cope with it. After a week full of hell, I walked in on Friday determined to not let the job get me down. Went to my office, reached in my purse to grab my breakfast and felt something...funny. I pulled my hand out and realized that my yogurt had exploded all over inside my leather purse..........BOOOOOM!
Facebook has become an unstoppable beast of judgment. Nothing can be posted without instant scrutiny. It has reached the point that I am triple checking what I write and evaluating everything to ensure none of my very different friends are insulted. This blog is a space for freedom of speech with no judgment. Comments insulting me or others while either be deleted or responded to with no mercy insults. Otherwise, enjoy your visit!