Yesterday, we sang in the office. I hate singing in the office.
Then my boss asked me to go with her to a meeting with a GOP legislative leader - with my 'fro all poofed out and crazy looking, in leggings, boots and a big wooly peacoat, I looked like a crazy homeless woman sneaking into the Thompson Center.
And I discover certain black legislators are giving my org shade because they see philanthropy as keepers of the status quo and our policy agenda a threat to their communities. Shit. Guess how hard it's going to be to message through that??
And, to top it all off, it's freaking two degrees in Chicago and my face is cracking off.
Freaking love December. /sarcasm