i can't take it, i don't understand

Jul 12, 2006 09:46

Oh God, worst morning ever.

There's nothing quite like waking up from a really terrible, really emotional dream and crying. And then looking over at the clock and seeing that you were supposed to be at work five minutes ago.

There's a way to start the day. I blame my mother. She kept me up last night. The dream was the product of my own clearly still fucked up psyche. So much for progress.

I have a feeling my lunch break is going to be spent showering and then getting dressed all over again. Because yeah, I imagine good hygiene and matching clothes are to be expected in an office environment.

I feel a little naked without my make up.

People need to stop showing up without appointments. And especially, people without appointments need to let me do my damn job and NOT hover around so that they can tell when he's off the phone and then run in and hijack him before I can do anything. It doesn't make the people who DO have appointments happy either.

And it's raining again. Could this day get any better? Fuck fuck fuck.

work, dreams, family, breakup, sad, bitching, body

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