Whoa is me.
Today was rough at work. An employee of mine, as I was eating a handful of dried pineapple, said, "Stop eating, lard ass." I cried for approximately 20 minutes at full force, or at least until I got a headache. I was a mess the rest of the night. I had been feeling so good about myself and then, BAM! I didn't ask for it and, as a matter of fact, the only thing I had said to him all day was, "So what is your kid going to be for Halloween?" and "I bet you're so excited." I can't deal with people having such a lack of social skills. And TACT. Then, on my way home, I passed a woman at the freeway exit to my district, and she was begging for food. I didn't have anything to give her, but I passed the 24 hour market a block later and got her a hot cocoa, a sandwich, and some pop tarts. I drove back to give them to her and there was another young guy about my age giving her some change. It was really nice. She started crying and thanked us both profusely. It didn't make me feel good though. I cried the whole way home. I just wish there was something more I could do. I have a headache, am fat, and I can't stop world hunger. Time for sleep.