Last week, for the first time since I was a 19 year-old intern and thought I had deleted a database marketing firm's database, I burst into tears at my desk. I have been working hard, staying late, and feeling pretty under appreciated. One nastygram of an email was all it took for me to lose my shit. (I'm an awesome leader!!!) Since our new office has glass walls, I pretty much had to crawl under my desk to cry which made me feel even more pathetic. And once you start, it's hard to stop. I knew I needed a break, there's just never a good time to take one.
This week, my husband had an overnight work retreat at a lovely Inn a few hours away. He said, "You're coming with me." But I can't! "Yes. You. Can."
So I went, and I only checked my Blackberry four times an hour. I also got a massage, took a run, watched a bunch of some terrible Bravo show called "Million Dollar Listing" with the most despicable people I have ever seen in my life, and all that doing nothing made me feel alot better.
You know what also made me feel better? When we got home, the big news was that the dog tried to drink out of the toilet while Beck was using it. Crash wouldn't stop drinking and Beck couldn't stop peeing. Pissing on the dog's head was the highlight of his six year-old existence, and the re-telling of the story was a close second. I would have enjoyed it more if I hadn't just walked in the door, and kissed the dog....on his head.
