Okay, I’m pretty sure this is the low point. My baseball team choked in a historic fashion. I spent a good portion of yesterday nursing the worst hangover I’ve had all year. She’s still with the wrong guy. I still have delusions of fighting for and trying to win her affections. And I’m not in the fork-tongued, slippery-minded state I need to be in for this meeting. So it’s all uphill from here, right? Well, maybe after this meeting …
… which starts in a few minutes. Two of my charges decided to come into work late today. This just seems idiotic to me. We’re having a meeting with the boss to discuss our grievances. This is not the best time to tardily stroll into the office. You’re putting yourself at a disadvantage before the meeting even starts by coming off as a slacker. It seems like a simple political move to get into the office early the day the boss flies up from SoCal. Part of it is my already-crappy mood, but I’m five seconds away from smacking both of them.
I’m also five seconds away from wrecklessly going for her with everything I have.