Preparations are in full swing for my return to the hell hole that is my current place of employ.
FUN FACT: I started working at this place from it’s inception when I was 18. And I keep going back. More fool me.
Fat clothes have been purchased.
Schools notified that I will not be available and of COURSE they need me to keep Boo home or pick him up early each fucking day of work. Hellz to the no. Z snap.
Haircut obtained and despised. As always.
My Daddy on standby for emergency babysitting and summer holiday shenanigans with the Booster.
Christmas planned and ALMOST finished. Three more gifts to purchase, for the HARDEST TO BUY FOR PEOPLE – my brother, sister-in-love and Da Boyfriend.
And now, the most difficult decision and acquisition… a new work coffee cup.
It needs to be sturdy, but cute.
Reflect my personality but no swears.
Able to withstand week old coffee stagnating cause I got called out in a rush to some fucking emergency and I forgot to rinse my cup and no fucker thought to rinse it for me.
FUN FACT: When Boo broke his arm and I rushed to school to take him to the hospital, I left a thermos of milky latte on my desk. TWO WEEKS LATER when I returned it was still there and smelt to high heaven and not one person had done anything about it. Despite the fact that they could smell it too. True story.
So I am on the hunt for the perfect coffee cup to keep me sane in the torture chamber full of fuckwits and arseholes that is my workplace.
Unless the coffee machine is broken/removed/replaced with nescafe instant cause then I will be buying takeaway coffee.
And I need some bling for my desk. Like a disco ball or glittery mousepad.
You know, shiny to distract me from the bitches.