Big Girls

This week at work has been one of those weeks where you just want to pull your hair out and scream. What do you want from me? If you don't like what I'm doing, do it yourself!

And then I run upstairs and slam the door and fling myself onto my bed sobbing wildly.

But of course I haven't done any of those things. At one point I could've cried in frustration, but I am almost 30 years old and that isn't acceptable on any level. So I didn't. You know you're a grownup when you realize that the stuff you hate isn't going to go away just because you don't want to do it. When "I don't feel like it" isn't a valid excuse, and you can't say that to anyone anyway, because no one would care.

So my coworkers and I are doing the grownup thing and going out for margaritas after work instead.