I lost one of my cute owl earrings I just bought.
And my gramma not only called me a man, but she called me a loser for not needing no man to help me do things and being independent and stuff.
And the lady who dyed my hair left hair dye all over me. *eyetwitch*
Work drama. Do we really need to have an hour long meeting to basically say, "Hey, the med room needs fixing! Let's brainstorm some ways for that to happen and meet back up in 2 weeks." There. I just did it in 2 sentences.