I wasn't having the greatest day. In fact, I just received a phone call that made me rise out of my seat, cleanching my fists and growling my one coworkers name with a murderous gleam in my eye. Caileigh tried to distract me and make me feel better by offering me some of her chocolate orange.
"You need to WACK AND UNWRAP THESE!", I cried.
"I. WILL. DO. IT."
And with that, I hurled it at the floor with my best war cry.
Why does everything I do go just that one little bit too far?