You Want Me To Do What?

Work?  Seriously?  I have to dooooooo something?

Yes, this week can be summed up as the week from Hell.  Sent up to me by Sir Lucifer himself to taunt me and tickle my nerves.

I had plenty of unpleasant tasks on my to-do list this week, one of them being to fire someone. Talk about anxiety?!?!  Then I was fortunate enough to experience the battle with the Wicked Bitch of the east, west metroplex.  And then when I learned of my chore of collecting outstanding invoices from two pompous ass attorneys for services rendered over three months ago, I assumed this is what death must feel like.  

Needless to say, my mood has been pretty dang pissy these last few days and I'm sure I'm just radiating the heat waves that were so kindly instilled in me by said Lucifer(s.)  

It's easy to get over though, since there have been millions of easy days at work to make everything all worth while.  

So, at the end of the week (my dad hates these phrases 'at the end of the day'/'at the end of the week' - sorry Mikey) - and THANK GOD it's the end of the week, I'm still alive.  Still breathing.  Still kickin'.  Still laughing.  And of course, still hungry.  :)  

Let the weekend begin!!!!