La dee da...BOOM!
My day turned rotten, black, and slimy after I was called to work at the wedding at the cafe, then was met with puzzled, "Um, why are you here?"s once I arrived. I sometimes really hate the Greenwood Pier. They can't get it through their heads that I live 30 minutes away and waste gas, time, and energy getting there. I was REALLY ANGRY about this, but now I'm slightly calmer. It's such a bummer to dress up, take a shower, and poison oneself with perfume and makeup thinking that one is going to be working at some fancy wedding. Gaaaarrrrr. One day a week of working is NOT enough money, when I have all this shit to buy for Europe and after I just blew $600 making accommodation reservations and I have no food and need money...Why don't I get compensated for my lost hours? Even worse, WHY ARE THERE OTHER people there working when it's MY hours? Why don't I automatically get asked to work? Why those people? Fucking Christ.
I miss Hannah miserably.
I miss Hannah miserably.