The level of loathing I have for going to work determines my hairstyle.
Neatly pinned up = Not thrilled about it, but I am adult enough to realize I need my paycheck to buy kibble for my dog. Committed to ongoing employment.
Ratty ponytail = Maybe they’ll fire me for some sort of uniform violation. That’d be ok.
Hair hidden under hat = Thermonuclear hatred of job such that I haven’t even showered before work. I’ll spend my day fantasizing about the most dramatic and satisfying firable offense I can possibly commit.
I hadn’t thought about it that way, but I think you’re on to something. My most favorite adults to hang out with – the ones who will joyfully chuck all of the stuff on their to-do lists to hang out with me and eat cookie dough for dinner – are the ones who suck at being adults.
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Ha, ha ha, is it really that bad? I’d hate to think how much you wear when you’re having a bad week, ha ha ha.
Ha…well, this isn’t a GREAT week..
Lol! I empathise. Also I’m partially sighted in one eye so on really bad days I look like a drunken panda’s friend got funky and creative.
I’ve given up on eyeliner now.
I’m not ready to give it up yet…but that day is coming.
I never put this together, but it’s spot on. Raccoon days equal I hate everyone and their status meetings.
Hahaha…right? I’m in a bad mood…I want to spit on people…instead, I wear heavy eyeliner. Weird. I don’t eat bamboo shoots though. Not yet at least.
Oooooh how I feel you on this one today. Brutal. Only thing worse is that we have to go back tomorrow.
Yes…yes we do.
The level of loathing I have for going to work determines my hairstyle.
Neatly pinned up = Not thrilled about it, but I am adult enough to realize I need my paycheck to buy kibble for my dog. Committed to ongoing employment.
Ratty ponytail = Maybe they’ll fire me for some sort of uniform violation. That’d be ok.
Hair hidden under hat = Thermonuclear hatred of job such that I haven’t even showered before work. I’ll spend my day fantasizing about the most dramatic and satisfying firable offense I can possibly commit.
I suck at being an adult.
I think when we suck at being adults, we are awesome at being adults. Those adults that are always put together are just powder kegs!
Or not.
The worse I feel about work, the heavy the eyeliner. It’s like a disguise for me.
I hadn’t thought about it that way, but I think you’re on to something. My most favorite adults to hang out with – the ones who will joyfully chuck all of the stuff on their to-do lists to hang out with me and eat cookie dough for dinner – are the ones who suck at being adults.
You’re brilliant.
Thank you, sister! And cookie dough for dinner sounds A W E S O M E