I am having major anxiety about returning to work on Monday after a week's holiday. I am so paranoid that something awful has happened whilst I have been away and all my coworkers will treat me like a pariah. Why does my brain do this to me?!
The utter irony of the two bitchy women I work with moaning about how working with a bunch of women aged between 21-26 is the bitchiest environment ever. You're in your 30s and 50s, what is your damn excuse?