Another weekend bites the dust.
After that completley useless and depressing Saturday of going to work trying to straighten things, I’m all queasy about Monday morning.
Would anyone out there like to go in tomorrow for me and deal with piles of reports, expense accounts and creepy old men hitting on them?
Its just for Monday though. Girl’s gotta have some dough to feed her penchant for Starbucks and spa days ;)…even if it at the cost of sketch and stress.