You wonder why I am so often disgruntled at my otherwise generally easy job? Because daily I have to deal with many, teeny, tiny things that build up until I want to explode. What kind of things? Well, here is an exact copied and pasted comment that my boss put in a document that an intern created: "please go through the document and replace 'fluorescent' with 'fluorescent' (is that how it's spelled?)"
How many hours of my life have I lost, I wonder, at this to staring at statements like that trying to make sense of them?
In happier news, Kristen is making toilet seat art. Seriously, how awesome is she? I have the best friends ever.
Tomorrow, if I can screw up my courage, I am going to do something completely outside my comfort zone in interpersonal relationships. It's trivial, little thing really, but I have been screwing up my courage all day. I might puke instead of actually doing it. Who knew it was so hard to talk to cute boys? UGH.