|Yep. And the burner is still on.|
I immediately had to drag my friend, A., into my first world coffee drama.
I love A. Pretty much always has the best solutions.
I know what you're thinking: Doesn't that girl have anything better do to than whine about freaking coffee? There's starving children in Africa!
The answer is no. No, I don't.
My day did not improve. After a slew of ridiculously frustrating emails and phone calls between me, my outside rep, two different vendors trying to get me the same piece of equipment and my purchasing department, my head was getting close to exploding.
I didn't feel my outside rep was appreciating the depth of my frustration, so I sent her a picture.
|She was not impressed.|
After work I got my hair done because I was tired of seeing just how gray I am. I'm too young to be this gray, for realz. I felt the need to share a picture because my hair is only straight after I get it done. My hairstylist always refuses to let me leave the salon with my hair au naturale. Look how ridiculously long my hair is when it's straight. Crazy, right?
|I had to go with black and white because I look |
excessively orange in this picture in color.