She's Baaaacckkk

Crazy Connie came back again yesterday.

Go here if you'd like to learn more about this raging biznatch.

It was just one of those days.

The kind where I either wanted to scream like a mad woman in the middle of a nervous breakdown

or curl up on the floor, weep, and slowly rock myself to sleep.

Maybe it began in the morning when I spilled a big glob of yogurt down the inside of my shirt, 

right between the boobs,

to which I had to awkwardly reach my hand down my shirt 

and basically feel myself up while trying to clean it off.

All while my manager was a mere 5 feet away, mind you.

I have no shame.

Maybe it was because every phone call that was made by said manager,

in our shared 10x12 office was done so on speaker phone.

Who does that?

Am I supposed to be on that call with you?

No?

Then effing pick up the phone and speak into it like a normal person.

Maybe it was because it was one of those days where literally everyone is the worst driver, 

but you.

And let me just tell you,

you do not want to see Crazy Connie with Road Rage.

All kinds of inappropriate words were had with many o' drivers.

Because screaming at them from inside your vehicle will show them. Right?!

Needless to say,

Roomie and I went out last night and grabbed ourselves a few mid-week cocktails.

After an hour or two, I could feel Crazy Connie start to retreat.

On our walk home, we came across a sweet old {homeless} woman

feeding the cutest little puppy in the entire world.

Roomie and I immediately started gushing and saying how cute her puppy was.

To which she basically morphed into the old lady on Snow White,

growled at us and screamed,

"Don't talk about my dog! DON'T talk about my dog!!!!!!"

And well, there you have it.

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That was my Wednesday.

May today be ever in my favor.

XOXO