I had a bad day at work yesterday. It's nothing worth explaining, just the kind of day where all of the little things that should be manageable on their own combine to make you miserable before noon and murderous by the time you leave the office.
It reminded me of my trip home for Thanksgiving, when I was typing a short email and someone asked me how I know how to type so fast.
I said, "It comes from sitting at a desk in front of a computer all day, slowly dying."
And later, I thought: That was an inappropriate thing to say to a 9-year-old.
Jack is TWO!
3 years ago