Chaos Before Clock-Out

I swear, the closer it gets to my last day, the more the problems start crawling out of the woodwork like cockroaches at midnight. Just over the weekend, I got hit with six defect reports from my department. Six! It's like the machines knew I was leaving and decided to throw a farewell glitch party.

Everyone keeps telling me, "Just ignore it!" But unfortunately, my personality is not equipped with an ignore button. Being the person I am (read: cursed with responsibility), I have to sort it out ASAP or I’ll lose sleep—oh wait, I already did!

Speaking of sleep, I’ve had a pounding headache all day because my brain, in its infinite wisdom, decided to stay wide awake till 2 or 3 a.m. I don’t know if it was because I overslept during the day or if my stomach was staging a protest for midnight snacks. Either way, sleep and I are currently not on speaking terms.

Anyway, once I finish writing this little rant, I’m going to yeet myself straight into bed and hope for the best. Also, I’m seriously debating whether to use my medical leave. I’ve got 13 days left just sitting there, untouched, like a hidden treasure. Hmm... might be time to cash in.

Peace out, folks. I’m done adulting for today.