Sep 28, 2008 11:01
It's 10:30 on a Sunday morning and I'm still in bed still upset by yesterday. So I worked with him yesterday. He was told to open the register right next to me-he opened the one furthest from me. It made me feel horrible; I cried in the bathroom stall on my lunch break. Am I really that bad ?
There always has to be something. Figures, school is fine, work is good, everything else is ok, it's just this one boy who is wrecking everything.
"ricky martin",
home depot