Sometimes I get a little upset at work. I mean... it wouldn't be called "work" if I was happy all the time, right? That's why I feel really lucky to have the Mr. to vent to. He always knows what to say... er, text.
Our Text Convo Yesterday
Me - Can I quit now?
The Mr. - =) Maybe
Me - I would like to leave this place with my cubicle on fire and both middle fingers high up in the air.
The Mr. - =) One day
Me - Ok. Well let me know so I can make sure to wear an offensive t-shirt that day.
The Mr. - =)