I had a terribly frustrating day at work today. I couldn’t get caught up to save my life. I came home to mow the shin-high grass in 100+ degree weather and now I have so many mosquito bites that I look like a leper. I got angry and yelled at the Zombie Eater for throwing fist fulls of dirt into the pool. I stormed into the house, grabbed my phone to check my email. There, glowing in my inbox, was a signed contract from a sales call I went on in L.A. back in May.
That made the rough day at work today seem not-so-bad. Now I’ve to make up for the sour attitude that I had with Maly this evening.