I, in my infinite wisdom, chose the wrong day to wear slip on clogs.
Monday, man.
The elevator is broken.
The stairs are many.
The boxes are heavy.
The shoes are wildly inappropriate for my clumsy self.
So there I am, hauling boxes up and down the stairs like im Rocky when my coworker finally says:
“Why didn’t you just leave them on the cart, take them out the front door, go around the building, through the parking lot, and into the basement?”
Oh.
Would that be easier?
Yes.
Yes it would.
And obviously my scattrred brain wasn't going to think of it.
Thank you so much for waiting until I was completely finished and now needing a soak in Epson salt before sharing that life changing insight. Truly. My hero.
Not mad at him, lol, mad at myself
The elevator is broken.
The stairs are many.
The boxes are heavy.
The shoes are wildly inappropriate for my clumsy self.
So there I am, hauling boxes up and down the stairs like im Rocky when my coworker finally says:
“Why didn’t you just leave them on the cart, take them out the front door, go around the building, through the parking lot, and into the basement?”
Oh.
Would that be easier?
Yes.
Yes it would.
And obviously my scattrred brain wasn't going to think of it.
Thank you so much for waiting until I was completely finished and now needing a soak in Epson salt before sharing that life changing insight. Truly. My hero.
Not mad at him, lol, mad at myself
