I'm allergic to them, you see. So, in the summer I try to avoid mangoes and in the winter poinsettias.
It's like running through an obstacle course sometimes. The really bad part of it is, I love how they look. They are really pretty plants, just, you know, I don't want to DIE.
We've been slow. Really slow. I'm doing what I can to boost sales, morale, etc., but I can only do so much. Especially since I don't really care anymore. Let the job gods smile upon me favorably over the next few weeks. Please, job gods, let me get a new job. Otherwise, I'm falling back on plan b: get two crap jobs and work myself to death that way for a while. At least it would be a change of scenery between the two and I could probably guarantee myself one day off a week.
Funny how that works, isn't it?