mints should be required for bus riders

I am currently stuck on an overly warm bus next to a man whose breath is less than rosy fresh. Combine this with my finicky nausea and a bus that trundles along with a teeth-jarring rattle, you can imagine my mood.

I returned to the 9-5 grind today after taking two sick days. Of course, today is the day of never ending meetings to ensure that I never get any work done. Why did I think that being a grown up and making money would be fun?

This damn bus and its incessant squeaking + my iPhone’s autocorrect is going to drive me batty.