Today I gave her a book I found on my bookshelf last night on back pain and yoga, which she's been reading intensely. At break she went on a tear, bitching about her workplace. When she's excited like that her accent gets a lot stronger and I miss words...oh, hell sentences! Um, I guess it's nice that she feels she can bitch to me about work...but that was Voldemort's life, complaining about work day in and day out. Anyway, just trying to keep up with the word flood was my challenge for this morning.lol Hey, everybody needs to vent once in a while! I told her about yesterday. It's my yearly evaluation and I got crapped on big time for my files last year. This year I kept on top of them. Boss says "these are really good" So, I went back to my office to bask in my new found glory by putting my feet up on my desk, stretching my hands behind my head and leaning back in my chair. Ah, the good life is finally mine...and the boss walks in. Oops!
