#kittenfox (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} titan_trandon) wrote, |
So, my boss sent me home from work this morning and told me to find a shirt that covers my bruises or a scarf, and that I couldn't come back to work until I had one or the other. I don't own either, because either I just don't or I couldn't bring it, so I had to see if the roommates would spot me a scarf until I could go shopping. The scarf is so fucking dangerous because it could get caught in stuff. I'm totally aware of this. Dom made a point of telling me this as soon as I walked back in the door (because I clearly can't just not go to work because of rough sex). I thought you were going to ask him to lay off of me. He told me I can't do anything on the actual floor because of the scarf hazard. So I'm sentenced to cleaning the shelves, labeling, and organizing supplies. Well, not at the moment, because it's lunch time, and I found an cafe where I could sit and breathe without looking out of place. Coffee and computers. Yeah, anyway. ALL of that was to ask you if you would go shopping with me for some fucking... I don't know... turtle necks or something so that I can go to work and actually work. I would ask Priss, but she would be more concerned with the look of the shirt and not it's functionality. Please? I don't think I can ask Father Danny to do this with me, because when I told him about the bruises, he just said mmhm. So. Anyway, when you get this, let me know. I'd text you, but I left my phone at the shop in my locker. Yes, I grabbed my macbook and not my phone. It's been that kind of day. Ok. Uh. Yeah. If you can't, it's cool. But. You know. Friendship efforts and stuff. Ok. Later.