HEAD-SPLITTING
So, I'm sitting at work, craddling my head, afraid that it's going to explode if I don't physically hold it together. There's a copy girl who uses this screeching-nails-on-the-blackboard tape dispenser that screeches along while she packs copy packages of files to ship to the corporate office behind me. My head will explode.
I know I shouldn't be blogging about work, but when my co-workers decided that their time is spent better at the beauty salon getting pedicures, who am I to argue and I go along for a manicure. It really is that slow.
On the bright side, at least I can pick up bits of my brain with pretty coloured nails!
Nick always says look on the positive side of things...