Day 257 = Gym + Seriously?

This morning, I was like "this hurts" and "I don't like this" and "I can't feel my arms" and Regan was like, "Girl, you look so tiny." And then I smiled and blushed, but then I still griped and grunted through my workout.

I'm going to keep this entry short because I don't want to rehash the day's events at work, but I just have to say that sometimes I have to be bad cop. And most of the time, I'M the bad cop. I don't like playing that role, but sometimes I find it easy to channel my inner biotch. You don't know how many times I had to bite my tongue on a conference call in an effort to "be profesional" because you can't just tell people to "fucking nut up" in a business environment. I mean, seriously? How can a vendor think it's OK to not escalate a problem that's existed for THREE WEEKS when we are less than 2 weeks from a launch? Seriously.

Drivin' me to take Adivan. That's what it's doing.