Worst day in a hell of a long time.
First of all I would like to say that I love Kat and Sara for being there.
And second, I feel like screaming, and crying and being
a pissy woman of sorts.
Seriously, I don't want to say
that the day couldn't have been worse,
because it always can.
[Like if Sara didn't talk to me pretty much my entire lunch break =] ]
But yeah.
My day:
Wake up at 6:30ish.
Fill up tank/head out to Tanya's house for demo.
Crash into wall.
Come home.
Cry like a sonofabitch.
See Kat.
Sleep.
Go to work at the Rack and stand on my feet for another 8 hours.
Come home briefly to eat and switch cars.
Go to Dan's house to sell knives and sell one chef knife and
make base pay yet again.
All of that with the looming thought of Derek being an idiot
and me not being the only one who thinks so.
ROBERT THOUGHT IT WAS MEE!!
Seriously, that tells you something.
Alright, I'm done ranting for now.
--Katie.
And second, I feel like screaming, and crying and being
a pissy woman of sorts.
Seriously, I don't want to say
that the day couldn't have been worse,
because it always can.
[Like if Sara didn't talk to me pretty much my entire lunch break =] ]
But yeah.
My day:
Wake up at 6:30ish.
Fill up tank/head out to Tanya's house for demo.
Crash into wall.
Come home.
Cry like a sonofabitch.
See Kat.
Sleep.
Go to work at the Rack and stand on my feet for another 8 hours.
Come home briefly to eat and switch cars.
Go to Dan's house to sell knives and sell one chef knife and
make base pay yet again.
All of that with the looming thought of Derek being an idiot
and me not being the only one who thinks so.
ROBERT THOUGHT IT WAS MEE!!
Seriously, that tells you something.
Alright, I'm done ranting for now.
--Katie.