OOTD: I will rip you to pieces

Blazer, Takara via Dillards; Blouse, A/X; Pants, Soul to Sole in Miami;
Scarf, Thailand; Leather sash, Sfera in Spain; Heels, Nine West

If I look tired, it's because I am. Work today was a total clusterf*ck: 

- 39384 stupid questions, like "How should I pack this box?" FIGURE. IT. OUT.

- Cold calls from vendors, No, I am not interested in your telephone services, binding equipment, printing contest, or XEROX copiers, mkthx?

- Impromptu client meetings, "Oh, I thought I'd just drop by and see if you had time to talk about a new project." Why, no, I actually do not have time for you today, but since you're here, why the hell not?

- Impossible (rush) deadlines, like the guy running for Alderman who needs direct mail designed and printed like yesterday. (The elections are in 12 days. 12 days, people! I am so not voting for this dude.)

Why, it's a miracle I even got a few shots here with my eyes half open.