Fucking pissed as hell
All right, my happy fucking friday has gone RAPIDLY downhill.
I was amused by two kids this morning who stopped and talked to the lady who watches over the crossing guard kids. She asked them their names, cause she had been talking to them all year, but didn't know their names.
Their names were Derek and Jake. Now, that's funny and strange.
So, I was amused.
Then I came in and the boss told me to go help Tara, BONUS, cause now I can fucking hide from everyone and less that could ruin my happy day. Yeah, right.
It was crazy and I helped and I thought maybe I would get outta the coverage for other things, but instead, I just get to do them anyways, just later.
Being the martyr that I am, I didn't ask for help, even though I coulda used a break and a snack, feeling a little shaky.
Everytime I try to type this out, I have to get up and help someone.
And I really need to pee, but there is no one here to let me pee.
I just want to cry, but I can't, cause I decided to be all pretty today with my hair clip and then went all out with make-up and I can't ruin my fucking makeup.
I just wanted to have a nice lunch with someone, but I think I will end up going downtown and not eating instead.
This has taken me almost an hour to write out. Why do people want to keep buying things. ERR!
And I'm here until 7 tonight. No offense T&A, but FUCKING GRADUATION is giving me the worst headache.
I was amused by two kids this morning who stopped and talked to the lady who watches over the crossing guard kids. She asked them their names, cause she had been talking to them all year, but didn't know their names.
Their names were Derek and Jake. Now, that's funny and strange.
So, I was amused.
Then I came in and the boss told me to go help Tara, BONUS, cause now I can fucking hide from everyone and less that could ruin my happy day. Yeah, right.
It was crazy and I helped and I thought maybe I would get outta the coverage for other things, but instead, I just get to do them anyways, just later.
Being the martyr that I am, I didn't ask for help, even though I coulda used a break and a snack, feeling a little shaky.
Everytime I try to type this out, I have to get up and help someone.
And I really need to pee, but there is no one here to let me pee.
I just want to cry, but I can't, cause I decided to be all pretty today with my hair clip and then went all out with make-up and I can't ruin my fucking makeup.
I just wanted to have a nice lunch with someone, but I think I will end up going downtown and not eating instead.
This has taken me almost an hour to write out. Why do people want to keep buying things. ERR!
And I'm here until 7 tonight. No offense T&A, but FUCKING GRADUATION is giving me the worst headache.
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