05-01-03 - 11:53
Oh, misery.
Today I return to work.
Work is not supposed to be fun.
If it were supposed to be fun they would call it super-crazy-happy-fun-time. Or Skippity-doo.
I have a notion that it won't be so bad.
But I am nervous that they won't know what to do when my pumpkin cries. Only I know! Only I can take care of her! It's so not true. She did fine without me the second week of her life. She'll do fine now.
But that still doesn't change the fact that I continue to dread & hate my job.
