Well, I liked it better.

Rupturing the skin under my thumbnail, while attempting to fit the little piece back into the whip cream dispenser and having blood spray all over freshly sanitized silverware and china I think, was god-or whatever name your higher power goes by- telling me to stop. I really am disgruntled and upset with how stagnant I have become. So, after helping out with the operations meeting, followed by an unspecified role in the regional marketing conference for Christmas, I am most definitely not going back to work anymore.

I know I've been telling loads of people that I was going to stop work ages ago, but have always manage to accede the extremely polite pleas for help. But, me first, now.




I don't like it so much anymore now, anyway.