So of course my heat busts in the middle of Snowmaggedon 2022 and my beautiful angel of a maintenance man came and fixed it, but this is the text he sends me after. SIR, this is not that kinda show.
Ranking the places I've cried in my car:
Panera - 6/10 - very cathartic, ambience disrupted by random guy watching
Starbucks Drive Thru - ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - barista ignored breakdown but made order correctly
Market Basket - meh - great vibes, points lost for lack of anonymity
On a day for the history books, @TheAmandaGorman delivered a poem that more than met the moment. Young people like her are proof that "there is always light, if only we're brave enough to see it; if only we're brave enough to be it."
Trying to explain to my dad that the tire light in my car isn't broken, it just lights up every winter since I hit a Worcester pothole at 50 mph 3 years ago-- without telling him I hit a Worcester pothole at 50 mph 3 years ago.
All I want is the Hinge boys I'm talking to believe in global warming and not ask me to drop out to become a housewife within the first five messages. I really didn't think that was asking too much.
While I may be the first woman in this office, I will not be the last—because every little girl watching tonight sees that this is a country of possibilities.
You know, I didn't think there could be anything more stressful than trying to be professional on a zoom meeting while staring at a ginormous spider. But then I lost sight of the spider.