Working is Some Bullshit
I’m at the office on a Sunday. My coworker brought her son. They snuck up on me in the dark. I almost cussed this kid out. He was wearing a beak mask, top hat, and a cape. I thought it was the tiny admin girl, at first, but it didn’t seem right. Then, I thought it was some strange supernatural creature out of a David Lynch film. I was so scared. I just want someone to hold me.
I’m tired. I’ve been working 12+ hours a day for four weeks. I’ve been coming in on Saturdays. It just doesn’t make sense. I don’t know how people do this. I feel like crying all the time. I hate the pressure. I need sleep.
I’m afraid I’m going to snap and walk away, one day. That being said, I’m accepting donations to fund my world tour 2019. Mail your checks to my P.O. Box.
PS The kid was dressed as a Plague Doctor, with a top hat and a cape…
What the damn hell?