These days, sadly, just sit on my couch and watch fuckin TV. I’m just so beaten from work and everything that I just have no interest in much anything else.
A few years ago, I wondered why that was and googled it. I came to an Advil site with an expandable FAQ, and one of the questions was “why does Advil taste sweet?”
So I expanded it out to reveal this shocking answer (or something similar): “Advil tastes sweet because it is lightly coated in sugar.”
Thanks, I guess. I just closed the tab in mild irritation and moved on with my day.
I’m currently working on a cleanup project, and another manager with whom we closely work volunteered some of his people to assist.
After providing a status update to my manager this morning, I let him know that I was unsure of the status for one of the people from the other team. I hit her up on teams earlier and asked, but she’d been away for over 22 hours and hadn’t responded. He tells me to call her, so I do, and leave her a voicemail.
“Call until she answers. No answer is unacceptable unless she’s on PTO.”
These days, sadly, just sit on my couch and watch fuckin TV. I’m just so beaten from work and everything that I just have no interest in much anything else.