Work has been, shall I say, challenging, lo these past so many months - a new state administration and the death knells of a fading federal administration.
But, alas, and alack, my bestest ever bud at work told me this morning that she is retiring June 30. This is major devastation to my psyche. It is a source of hithertofore unkown psychological maladies. Can I go on working when the last of my original buds leaves me in the dust of the state bureaucracy? Dies irae, dies illa. Gloom and doom!! Come weep with me, past hope...
Get a grip? Of what? This really makes it difficult to let shine this li'l light of mine! I need Harry Potter's magic mirror so I can see things as I would like to see them. Gloom and doom!!! I'd best hie me to study some lemonade recipes. Gloom and doom!!!
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