It is now 4:26 on Thursday. The AC repairman was supposed to be here between 12 and 5, and was to call 20 minutes before he arrived to make sure someone was here. I have been here all day, sweating, waiting. He has 34 minutes. I am a little irate.
The more I clean my house the less clean it feels. Every time I get one thing cleaned I see ten more to do. Every time I get to the end I realize the first thing I did now has to be redone.
I find it incredibly frustrating when week after week I am pulled into departmental meetings where we are all chastised and scolded for things I am not doing
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