I’m not really waiting for my man, I’m just waiting for this slow-arse database connection to go ahead and hurry the eff up so I can check my last change and go home. I spent too much time today dilly dallying when I knew that all the stuff on my plate today equated to a full plate. I procrastinated anyway and here I am, on a Friday night, the last day at the office, two days away from driving up to Portland with a full car, and here I am at 6pm waiting for pages to load, wondering if I’ll ever make it out alive. The place is completely deserted, everyone left early today, what a sad way to leave the office, the last one out. No tearful goodbyes, no fanfare, just me and my lonely backpack hoofing it to the same old bus I’ve taken for the past eight months.
But when I get home, I get to see my wonderful husband and we get to have a nice quiet night. If this page will EVER LOAD. Let me out! Ahhhh Kelly Clarkson!