"Shadows follow so close behind me. I look in the mirror; I don't like what I see."
When shit goes down hill for me, it fuckin takes a swan dive. Recently I posted about my job making me want to hang myself by linked perm-rods but now I don't think I have to worry about it. I had the day from hell on Wednesday to the point I just wanted to go screaming out of the store. I was scheduled to work yesterday at 2 but around 1, I recieved a call from Katrina saying that it wasn't necessary for me to come in (go figure, after I had already spent an hour getting ready and wrestled Landon into bed) plus since the salon was hitting it's "slow season" she doesn't want me to come in on my scheduled days but instead be on-call. When the fuck have you ever heard of a salon having a slow season? Especially at the beginning of the school year! So I think that was her nice way of saying 'stay the fuck outta my store'. Thanks for the kindness there, boss.
Dale came home from the hospital yesterday since his tests came out clear. He was put under anestisia Wednesday and had a camera put down his throat to check out his heart. I guess there was no more infection so now he's free. I didn't get to really hang out with him and welcome him home considering yesterday I was a hop, skip, and a jump away from a fuckin nervous breakdown.
There's numerous other things I could bitch about right now but I don't even have the energy. So here I am. Jobless (I think), broke beyond belief, tired as balls, and wanting to shoot myself in the fucking foot to make sure I'm still breathing. Murphey's Law is not thy friend.
Dale came home from the hospital yesterday since his tests came out clear. He was put under anestisia Wednesday and had a camera put down his throat to check out his heart. I guess there was no more infection so now he's free. I didn't get to really hang out with him and welcome him home considering yesterday I was a hop, skip, and a jump away from a fuckin nervous breakdown.
There's numerous other things I could bitch about right now but I don't even have the energy. So here I am. Jobless (I think), broke beyond belief, tired as balls, and wanting to shoot myself in the fucking foot to make sure I'm still breathing. Murphey's Law is not thy friend.