Wednesday, October 19, 2011

They Don't Call it "Work" for Nothing

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. - =)


  1. Bahahahah that would make an awesome t

  2. So cute! By the way yes, my pictures were from Mission Beach in San Diego :)


  3. This reminds me of every day of my life when I worked, lol. I was definitely not built to have a career, because I would frequently come home and beg my husband to let me quit in just the same manner you have stated. I hope it gets better for you though! :-)

  4. That's exactly how I feel on most days... I simply wonder why I haven't had the guts to quit my job just yet. I guess, that's the nature of work- it's just not fun.

    I'm a new follower. I like how creative you write :)