Who woulda thought

I've already mentioned that I am celebrating my soon to be freedom from the year and half enslavement that I call WORK. It has been a LONG awaited road, but I am finally here. But, who woulda thought that my last two weeks would be so long, drawn out, and torturous? For some reason today as soon as I hit the door, my spirit changed. I admit that I am not much of a morning person at 7am, but there is nothing more annoying than a herd of extremely LOUD women whose idea of first of the morning conversation includes "I didn't get boned over the weekend." I mean REALLY come on now! The last thing I want to hear when coming to work is something to get my visual pictures of cracked out feines getting their grooves on!!! (can you picture it? uhhhh huhhhh now u feel me right?).

I want out and I want out NOW! I only have six more days to go and I am counting down like never before. Its my own personal marathon yall. It would be more of a blessing if I can escape the madness without having to train a soul. I hope they know that they won't be able to call ME while I'm out on maternity leave because I AIN'T THE ONE!!! The phone will be on screening status for real. So the next six blog days will be dedicated to the count down of my freedom for the shackles that bind me. Peace and blessings!