It's been an especially difficult week at work... layoffs, performance issues, disgruntled employees, overworked staff...and I feel beaten. I almost burst into tears a number of times this week. So, normally, I'd be so excited for the weekend. But, with the vacation behind me, no boy to spend time with, and my one and only friend in the city out of town, I'm actually kinda dreading it. My apartment's a mess. I haven't unpacked since I came home from vacay. I haven't done laundry in forever. I haven't gone grocery shopping in who knows how long. I mean, I guess I could try and pump myself up and be excited for a weekend of actually getting stuff done. But, I'm kinda back to feeling a bit alone.
Alone time might be exactly what I need...just not really what I want...
Maybe happy hour with my fellow ladies of bootcamp tonight will cheer me up and get me started off on the right foot for the weekend ahead...
