All in all, July was absolutely sucky. (I've actually had a number of sucky Julys in my life. Three men dumped me during this month, over the years...) I've spent two weeks sick as a dog; nearly two weeks in agony with that pinched nerve (it's better, just naggy); crappy weather when it shouldn't have been; two visits to the doctor; three visits to the radiologist; facing the trauma of the biopsy; at least three stressful work deadlines and working weekends to meet them; and I learned today that I'll very likely have to move back to the main office from this branch-office-that-I-love to make room for a billable person (and have to spend five days a week contending with my coworker-who-drives-me-batty). Yeah, I know it could have been worse. I wouldn't dare jinx anything by saying otherwise. However, I'm putting in a request: Could August be MUCH BETTER, please? Starting with tomorrow when I learn the results of this biopsy? 'K? And have the Harstine variance approved? (And maybe the billable person doesn't pan out?) Those would be good things.
Da Kitteh loves crab:
