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I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again…

I. Hate. Meetings.

At least, this was my last one for a while, since my last day of working at the HBCU is Wednesday. And it kind-of scared me that one of the ladies that I’ve been working closely with on a project didn’t even know that they weren’t renewing me again.

But the meeting today clocked in at just under 3 and a half hours. Gah. And I was the one that forgot to bring my water with me to it this morning.

Monday isn’t treating me all that well today. How are y’all doing?

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