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Monday morning hit me hard, like a freight train fueled by anxiety and unresolved feelings. My alarm went off at 6:15, before dawn had even fully arrived and surprisingly, I didn't hit snooze and go right back to sleep. I actually got out of bed.
On my own.
Before the sun was up. Trix, my cat, raised his head from the foot of the bed with a confused look in his mismatched eyes, as if to say, Who are you and what have you done with my human?
I felt like a general gearing up for battle. My mission: Make Mr. Fairchild question every decision he's ever made in life involving me (without getting fired, of course).
For Today's Mission: Look incredibly competent while subtly being irresistible.
No, I didn't write down my plans on a note pad somewhere...I'm not that crazy.
