Starting my third week of the new job and I only felt like puking a little bit today. Anxiety is still kicking my ass, but I am reasonably sure that it’s losing some of it’s stamina.
We had my extended Christmas party with family on Saturday night and then on Sunday, drove to Randy’s home town in Indiana to visit his sisters, niece, nephews and their assorted spawn.
On the way home, we stopped to see Priscilla, Queen Of The Cubicle.
I’m going to write this post and I’m not going to get choked up. Not even once.
HAHAHAFUCKINGHAHAHA. That’s probably a lie.
Where you never graduate and you have to stay until you are very old. Or maybe dead.
The other day, Priscilla, Queen of the Cubicle, got to work and messaged me with an idea for a blog post. She said, what if companies published a yearbook once a year and we had a day where we went around and got people at work to sign our yearbooks?