...whoaoh oh whatever. i'm done tahrred out. a move and all the things such a move involves plus painting and both my parents for two days, then a 12 hour day at work, now a meeting to tell the guy that isn't doing his job that he needs to do his job...
a co-worker suggested, after i commented on my desire for not needing to have this meeting, the office crowbar. it seems so tempting right now, an hour and 15 minutes away from this sit-down. because my spidey-sense tells me it will be much anxiety on my part, a nicey-nice talk, and then more of the same b.s.
i guess i'm too tired to be optimistic right now.
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