I'm supposed to be back, but work is still crazy. My manager's been home from her "vacation" (which turned out to be a domestic violence case, because the world is just that awesome) for the past few days, but I've ended up covering two shifts, organising the back office, cleaning rooms (since the owner fired all the housekeepers due to bickering ( Read more... )

It was humid. The sky had broken apart during the late afternoon, and the remnants of its waste was pooled in the driveway in tiny, shoe-drowning lakes. Free from the burden of my occupation and left without a mode of entertainment for the next five hours (or until I finally succumbed to slumber), I picked up the phone from its handset. Do I know ( Read more... )