What, in God's name, is with the weather? Listen, I'm from the south and I can deal with a reasonable degree of summer heat but this is beyond my realm of comprehension. I've been out running errands for the better part of the afternoon and at one point, it was 117 outside. It was so hot that I could feel the heat radiating off the asphalt through my flip flops to the soles of my feet. As I was driving home I saw a sign-holder standing on a corner looking like the most miserable person alive...and I swear, I could literally see his flesh melting off of his face. Holy Chistmas it is SO HOT.
Side Note: Before I started writing this post I went back and read some of my previous posts...which I rarely do...and that was a mistake. I know sometimes it seems like all I do on here is whine and/or complain and/or bitch but I hope it's understood that this is why I started writing these entries in the first place. This is how I vent. This is therapeutic for me...it's how I outlet the emotions that I refuse to display in my everyday life because women who react emotionally to situations (both inside and outside the workplace) are labeled irrational. So I bring it here and it's cathartic for me to sit down and "purge it" all (for lack of a better term). Anyways, I hope it can go without saying that, generally speaking, I'm an optimist...and this blog should never be misconstrued as my always-angry-at-the-world, glass half-empty, bleak and dismal take on life. Are we on the same page here?
Well, I hate to keep it so short but 4:00 a.m. will be here in a few hours and my feet have to hit the ground running on Mondays...but I'll check in again soon.
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