I'm at work. I could be leaving work in 44 minutes. 43. But I'm not. I made poor choices at work. Choices that involve me and the rest of the staff to remain here. Open. til 5. Dealing with crazy people that risked life and limb to get themselves out of the house. Boss lady even said we could leave, but I said no. I don't know why. I had a big fat momentary lapse in judgement. I will be here. Instead of driving to Long Island for New Year's Eve party with super cute boots (thanks mom!). Super cute boots that are probably sitting under the pile of snow that just fell in Connecticut. NEWSFLASH: Carl just brought me Five Guys and I feel much better. But it does ruin my 'not-going-to-eat-lunch-because-I-suck-at-life' self prescribed punishment for making everyone stay.
via Bryan Nelson
So Happy New Year to you and yours.