…comes great responsibility
I get an e-mail yesterday, sent to the original recipients at 1:45p Thursday afternoon, eventually forwarded to me at 3:05p:
There will be a meeting this Friday to discuss [redacted]. The meeting will start at 9:00 am and could last until 3:30 pm.
I have repeatedly said that I am so pleased that my friend and co-worker is experiencing the joys of motherhood and family, but I really hate it when she’s out.
The first person to say “TGIF!” to me is getting punched in the face. 👿