(Obligatory Female Issues warning here.)
My uterus is trying to turn itself inside out today.
Have an appointment with the OB/GYN next week, going to talk to her about removing the damn thing entirely. Enough of this shit.
…when an exciting new job offer shows up in my inbox, with my own name as the sender, that’s a pretty big hint that you’re just a scammer.
Come on, at least TRY.
No love,
Bertha
Some day I’d like to work in an office where the break room is an actual room, rather than a corner off a hall where they stuck a table and some chairs. Then I could have lunch without getting comments about it from co-workers passing back and forth.
“Lunchtime already?”
“Smells good!”
“Hungry girl.”
Yeah, yeah, just STFU and let me eat my goddamn stew.