I usually refuse to allow myself to cry over things that are trivial or that I have done to myself (the latter being most of the things that bring me to tears). And of course, it all builds up.
Today I got this email, and it definitely brought me to tears, but at the same time was a great “There’s nothing to cry about here” reminder. And I got over myself and got to work.
Subject: first notice
The Caribou Mafia wants you to know it expects you to be working on your thesis.
Make a group of opinionated ol’ men lattes for months, and they will return the favor by leaving decent tips. And by looking out for you. Thanks guys.