I don't know about that first part, but def been getting my ass yeeted at work these past couple of days.
Going to resist the urge to curl up in a ball on the couch in defeat, and instead take out the trash and recycling. THEN I'm going to curl up in a ball on the couch - in exhaustion - with a chocolate cupcake.
UPDATE: I rewarded myself with an extra half-ish of a cupcake because a rat jumped out of the dumpster as I was preparing to do the ol' sling chuck with my bag. One of the fucking idiots in my building couldn't be bothered to put their bag on the side of the dumpster that wasn't full, but instead stacked it so one of the dumpster lids couldn't fully shut. Yeah, rats get in the dumpster no matter what, but if that shit hadn't been propped open, maybe I wouldn't have had one approximately a foot from my fucking face.