I am at my wit's end.
Some of you might not think I had far to go, but let me assure you: I am hilarious and my wit is like a billion miles long. So being at the end is hard.
This week a guy at work announced his retirement. I am not sure 42-year-olds are allowed to have mentors, but this guy was it. I will miss him tremendously.
Today, my first boss at this job died. She had cancer. It was weird, 15 minutes before we got the news, I emailed someone about her because I was thinking about her.
And it is cold.
I want to hibernate until it is warm.
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3 comments:
cancer sucks. clocks turn soon and more daylight bring happiness. hang in there.
sdt
Hey Matt
I totally totally hear you. I won't hibernate if you don't
Xoxoxo
Metc
Are two-hour naps considered hibernating?
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