In two months at my new job I have:
- been sexually harassed (and almost more traumatizing, discussed the matter in detail with my boss) - been called “babe,” “kiddo,” and other terms of “endearment” (read: disrespect) pretty much daily by people I work with, and now… - had my company vehicle broken into, damaged, and robbed while I slept yards away in my apartment. COOL LIFE!!!
further proof that i may be a lesbian:
just turned safesearch off to google image search jane lynch.
beer is dinner
dinner is beer
falling asleep with the dumbest grin on my face
because i’m wearing a t-shirt of jim’s that he mailed me today and it smells just like him, and he threw in my favorite cookies (ginger snaps!) and a hilarious and sweet letter and gift cards to buy paint and furniture for my new apartment and i am just fully in swoon city right now.