If Only I Weren't An Idiot
Why is it that every single time I have a plan I always end up ruining it by not checking facts and taking everything at face value or refusing to believe that I’ve made an error in my own thoughts and assumptions? Sure, sometimes it works out and the improvised plan becomes a story to be remembered as a story for future grandchildren, but most of the time I just screw up big time and let everyone down. Man, I’m just going to be so pissed at work today. I really hope they let me go before guests start arriving because I don’t know if I can take another one of Denise’s lectures on how she’s so damned great and how I screwed up because I decided to help out the customer rather than whatever it is she wants. Two weeks. Two weeks. Two weeks.
12:45 p.m.
