So, about a week ago I had a bad day at work. A very bad day. A holding back tears at the desk while pretending to be typing furiously bad day. Out of frustration, I wrote myself a little note on a post-it, and stuck it to my desk. That note said:
I HATE MY JOB.
And it did make me feel just a little better. Take that, horrible job! I will announce my hatred for you in a passive aggressive manner! Bet you weren’t expecting that!
At the end of the day I realized that I probably shouldn’t just leave that sort of sentiment laying around. So I threw it into my recycle box. I realized that you could still read it pretty clearly, even in the box, so I cleverly turned the note over. It’s a wonder an innovative thinker like me hasn’t shot straight to the top of the corporate ladder.
So, imagine my surprise when I got to work the next morning, and found my recycle box empty of everything–except my note, which was now stuck to the bottom.
And what was even better was the new addition to the note:
Sometimes all you need is for someone to share your pain.