Yippee Ki-Yay Mother Fucker
That day when someone for no reason tells someone else you weren’t even working with (yet) today that you are somehow mad at her (when you were pretty specific that you were frustratedy with interruptions in general) and she asks what she did wrong and you’re like WTF because she’s fine and meanwhile she’s like while I have you, that person is all about the interruptions and my boss will be talking to you about that.
And that five minutes of your day is a good representation of the other 9.5 hours.
Dear Friday night: Thank you for arriving when you did.
