My old co-worker Holly used to call me Crangston Hughes whenever I was cranky…which was like half the time at that job.
And not to outwear my welcome, but you know how when you’re on the subway, and the rush hour crowd is pushing you into the person in front of you, and that person turns around and calls you name? Running into that person is what it’s like to run into my boss, and that makes me oh-so-cranky.
And it also makes me want to move to Vermont and make cheese for living.
Okay, enough crankiness. I will blog next when I have something life-affirming and endearing to say.