My body is a big boil, and if somebody squeezed me hard enough, pus would pop out the top of my head.
Why does that sound so appealing?
My head nearly did pop after our Communications meeting today. I wanted to bitch slap at least one of our team members, maybe more. So Angel and I took a break for lunch, instead, something I never do. We walked to the old neighborhood and had our favorite chicken and meatballs. He listened to me venting all the way there.
It was a real relief!
As I often say, thank God for Angel! He's a character in more ways than one.
And when I finished the three interviews this afternoon, I was pleasantly surprised. The basketball player chick was actually really good, despite the fact I had considered her resume a joke. (Still . . . does she have to make all the fonts different colors?)
Just goes to show you: You can't judge a book by its cover letter.