I might even still have the phone in my hand. Maybe.
Last night, I was a little worried that I didn’t have much of anything to drink today. Well, I had some hard iced tea, but I didn’t think having an alcoholic beverage so early would be a great idea.
Now I’m just hoping that they’ll last til the end of the day. Holy. Fuck.
Yeah, yesterday was an absolute shit-pile and it ended on an absolutely stupid note: I don’t want to go into this either, but I work with fucking morons. I do NOT fucking kid here. It’s really ridiculous because one of these morons happens to be in charge of the schedule and she doesn’t know what the flying fuck she’s doing half of the time. The main moron has a tendency to travel around and help with other store openings; may there be one soon so I don’t have to see him for the next six months or so. Or better yet, he could transfer! Maybe I should have listened to that little voice that said, “You should call in to work today.” Because that was the reasonable one. Godfuckingdamn.
Yeah, it’s only fucking Wednesday and I want this week over. It’s been that fucking bad. (I guess you can tell by the prodigious swearing. No, I don’t often do that, but in a case like this, it’s needed.) Frustrated? You better believe it.
Ugh, I’m tired. Just so damn tired. At least I’m off today. So while I do some things around the house, I’ll be sure to get my drink on. For reasons. That should be obvious.