Feeling paranoid around the office. Or is it paranoia if its real?
She looks at me warily but doesn't she always look wary? Tells me he is METICULOUS and there it is, the rest of the sentence unsaid: And you are not. Don't screw up You lazy slacker. So I think bitch but is that her unsaid sentence or mine?
I work in a windowless office three floors down from where my one-year old son frolics - I hope - at daycare all day. I usually write this blog when I'm pumping. So it's mostly about my boobs, my baby, and berating myself when I %!@# up at work. It's a ten-minute festival of self-absorption. Enjoy.