And then the real kicker hit in the evening — I found out I gotta work with them. You know the type. That one person who just has this energy that makes you wanna launch your phone across the room. And now? They're gonna be in my space all the time. My anxiety's practically buzzing.
I can't stand the thought. I’m trying to be all zen about it, but damn, I hate this. My year was finally starting to look decent, and then this? Like life handed me a glitter-covered headache.
I'm really gonna have to keep my cool. Because my patience is wearing thin, and their ability to irritate me is practically an Olympic sport.
Please, universe, just let tomorrow be better. Let me find some patience I didn’t know I had.