home for my "break"
Some kind of break :-/ I've been at work for three hours and I've lost a gas sale (I was alone on the floor and it was very busy, including a line up at the pumps), I tried to scalp myself as I walked out of a storage shed, my boss wrote a super bitchy, insulting note to the staff about cashing out and "not being able to count", and now I'm home to make supper that I likely won't have time to eat.
Charlotte is melting down, Jack is one his way home from work, steaks are on the GF grill, potatoes are in the microwave, mushrooms are sauteeing in hot butter on the stove, and I'm....tired. I get to go back to work in half an hour whether I've eaten or not, run on my feet for another five hours, and we're short staffed tonight. YIppee.
As I gingerly examined my scalp in the bathroom mirror at work tonight, I tearfully asked myself "what am I doing here!?"
I should have my head examined. Oh right, I am. October 20th I get to go get a picture taken of my brain tumour. I hope I'm kidding :-/
Charlotte is melting down, Jack is one his way home from work, steaks are on the GF grill, potatoes are in the microwave, mushrooms are sauteeing in hot butter on the stove, and I'm....tired. I get to go back to work in half an hour whether I've eaten or not, run on my feet for another five hours, and we're short staffed tonight. YIppee.
As I gingerly examined my scalp in the bathroom mirror at work tonight, I tearfully asked myself "what am I doing here!?"
I should have my head examined. Oh right, I am. October 20th I get to go get a picture taken of my brain tumour. I hope I'm kidding :-/