I am so over this week. I've had the same document edited by everybody and their mother so many times that my dissertation chair (who had a stamp that said only, "anthropromorphizing!" and to whom I regularly submitted double digit drafts) looks like a kindergarten teacher. Today I had to respond to an inmate allegation that I was promoted based on my, "overly flirtatious and solicitous manner." I spent six hours in committee, which is sort of like banging my head against a wall while staring at a computer screen and telling inmates that they can't call me "Sweetheart" because I am sort of in charge of the program. Two days in a row I've realized, too late, that I only put deodorant on one side. I'll just stop there because that pretty much sums it up.
Needless to say, I'm sitting on the couch eating chips and salsa and drinking wine I bought for 3.00 and named "White."
I think crap seems crapier after a delightful vacation.
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