It never fails.
Five days before AF is due I start PMSing hard. Usually it's cramps and/or mood swings, but today it's pure, unadulterated bitchiness.
Therefore, for my release and your entertainment, I shall vent.
I hate Excel, I don't know how to make it do what I want it to do, and the stupid help function is totally useless. Furthermore, I want to send this report I've been working on all week straight to the depths of Hades. It is sucking the soul right out of me.
I need lunch but I have zero appetite. It doesn't help that the break room smells like a hospital cafeteria right now. What in hell's half acre are they eating in there??
My neck is sore, and my feet keep falling asleep. Both are probably signs that I've been sitting here for waaaaay too long.
Okay then. I am getting up now. I hope everyone else's hormones are leaving them in peace on this otherwise-agreeable hump day.