Last week, I was zipping up my favorite pair of work trousers when the zipper broke off completely.
I was on my way to a meeting when it happened and had about three more after, so it was a while before I could find a safety pin.
Then, on Thursday at about 7:57 in the AM, I discovered a massive hole in the seam along the crotch of a completely different pair of pants.
The dry cleaners are out to destroy me.
I’m not just made of pants. I sewed up the second pair, but replacing a zipper is a bit of a pain in the ass.
For some reason, when I can’t sleep my stomach feels like death the next day. I could not fall asleep to save my life on Sunday night, so between the Easter eating and that, Monday was rough. I finally ate something around 4 and my coworker was surprised that I was just then eating for the first time that day. I said “Well, you know when you overdo it eating and the next day you feel kind of awful?” and he said, “Nope.” I thought he was joking at first, but then he told me that he really has no idea what I’m talking about and he never feels badly after eating because he just stops when he’s full.
I don’t even know what to think about this. He must be an alien.
I also had to pick where we were going to go for our monthly department lunch. I picked a place nearby which everyone immediately deemed as uncool and “so over.”
I don’t understand why they don’t get this.
Every time I hear kids on the bus talking about how they cannot wait to graduate and be finished with college:
Enjoy it you fools!!!