If you’re going to miss, then miss big.
My sleep has been utterly fucked this week. Actually that may not be an accurate statement. In order for my sleep to be fucked, I would first have to have had some sleep. My day so far has been absurd and surreal. I’ve just been asked if I can do a colleague’s laundry over the Easter break so that he’s got clean clothes to go to New York (I don’t understand how this is my fucking problem. You’re in your mid-twenties, doing laundry isn’t even a life-skill at this point, it’s part of being an adult).
I’ve also been asked to set up a Facebook page for the company’s solid tyres for forklifts business unit. Apparently most forklift fleets do business on Facebook these days.
This is some weird shit today.