It started out ok, but by the end of my shift I had so many things to do before the evening person came in that I was running around here and there trying to get shit done.
It didn't help that while I was reaching for a box of milks (that were way too high for me to even think of getting down safely) I dropped it and little milk cartons went everywhere, in the cooler, by the sink. Then to make matters worse after mopping up the milk I accidentally smacked myself across the face and neck with the stinky, filthy mop head. UGHUGHUGH.
and I started crying. I couldn't help it. So there I am, milky, stinky and crying in the corner like a little bitch.
My anxiety is worse than ever and I just pray tomorrow is better.
Jessica wanted me to ride to Magee with her so I'm gonna go and relax until that happens.