When I woke up, I thought it would be a good idea to take the week off before our European PM went on maternity leave. So I message her on Teams to get a reminder again on when she was leaving.
Hey, when are you going on leave again? I wanna take a week off before you go.
Tomorrow is my last day.
Damn it! Merde! lol!
She laughed. I sobbed and retched. Then I asked her if she could postpone her time off for another month, cause you know, I need a break and the baby is in a safe place. No issue! Jk. I wished her all the best and that was that. I can’t wait to see the baby ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ I think it’s mystifyingly beautiful how you can feel so much love for someone you’ve never met!
Had to cut my workout short today – this cough just won’t leave me alone yo. I felt better over the weekend, so I don’t even know what’s happening, but it’s not the same cold/cough. The sinus thing is gone. Whatever was in my head is now in my stomach, and my cough is no longer dry and hacking; it’s wet and gross. I better get back to normal soon.
Sometimes when I ask strangers what language they are speaking, they look at me funny like, “who the fuck are you, and why do you want to know!!!” And others will just say what the language is. I’m not asking you about your sexual orientation or your pronoun. Is language personal? What am I missing? There’s so much I don’t know. I probably shouldn’t talk to strangers. I know most people at LaFit speak Persian/Farsi.
I bought a salmon-flavoured dog bone treat for the rats – they drag the damn bone all over the place because no one wants to share with anyone else. It’s funny cause the bone’s as big as they are. And when they bite on it, it’s so loud – I can’t describe it, maybe sounds like if you were to rub coarse grain sandpaper together. It makes me feel a little icky, like when fingernails and chalkboards make out.