I am not made to work in an office. I am not made to wear pretty dresses and heels. At this very moment I am imagining throwing my shoes off and un-tucking my blouse. I would push my hair out of my face and run out of this office screaming with highlighter streaked across my face in a tribalistic way. I would jump into the shallow pool right outside my window and splash and slide and chase after that plastic duck that's always there. I would ignore anyone who walked past me or gave me weird looks, and I would be utterly happy.
Only an hour and a half of work left. I can handle that. Maybe... maybe not.