I think the recently sick teenage girly-girl at work who makes me grateful I didn’t have a daughter has been physically leaning on me too much lately…

…and giving me entirely too many hugs because I woke up this morning sounding too Kathleen Turner-y for my taste. And while that low sultry voice can be appealing, I’d rather not sound like I smoke four packs a day. I want to sound like a Disney princess, dammit 🥺

Anyway, she’s terrified of getting pimples on her face. I have to hear about it every shift I work with her. So if I end up getting sick I’m sooo gonna rub my hands all over her face and just laugh manically as she screams in protest.

…because that’s what good bosses do 😈