Remind me that when I get home tonight, I need to add "Sweaty Aged Fat Party Girls" to the never-ending list of things I hate and make me want to die.
So I had to come in at 8am today, and I am taking the elevator up after getting my coffee. On cue, the elevator opens up so the scum from the firm below us can take a fucking elevator ride up 1 floor (a separate and inevitable blog in itself). So this fat, sweaty, 40 year old (she looked 40) lady gets in, literally panting (I shit you not, she was about to have a heart attack) and hits the dreaded up-one-floor button. Not only was she as I aforementioned described, but she was listening to the stupid "don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me song", which was blasting out of her shitty ipod headphones.
I immediately wretched and threw up in my mouth.
Another awesome fucking start to another awesome fucking day.
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