I lost my shit at work today. Displeasure was definitely written all over my face, while I was cussing inside. Procrastinating seems like all I have been doing of late but the pressure has been insurmountable.

It's been a long time since I felt like I didn't want to be at work, and that I hated every bit of it. But at the end of the day, who am I kidding? I love what I do. Maybe that's why I let myself be bothered by it so much and willingly put in my own time to get it done.

Ugh.

PS I know it's been a while and I come back with an unpleasant post like this. But believe me when I say things are good. I'm in a happy place now.