04; September 11th -- 6:20 PM
Saying "it's been a horrible day" is an understatement.
Work is flaying me alive, I'm surprised it hasn't killed me yet. Or maybe it has, and I'm just a walking zombie because it's the only explanation for my mind being all over the place today. I somehow managed to come out of work without being fired.
Then I had the bright idea of dropping by Trader Joe's for a bit of grocery shopping. And while in line, I accidentally dropped a can of chicken soup, which thankfully didn't burst open, but some ass went on a loud tirade how I nearly maimed his foot and how it may have broken bones. He went on for what seemed like hours, and I alternated between wanting to run out of the store in embarrassment, dumping all my stuff on his precious feet, and breaking down in a heap on the floor.
I ended up mumbling my apologies, and fleeing the moment my stuff were bagged.
Thank god it's the weekend. Now excuse me while I go wallow in my funk under the covers in my room. Then maybe something to drink later.
Work is flaying me alive, I'm surprised it hasn't killed me yet. Or maybe it has, and I'm just a walking zombie because it's the only explanation for my mind being all over the place today. I somehow managed to come out of work without being fired.
Then I had the bright idea of dropping by Trader Joe's for a bit of grocery shopping. And while in line, I accidentally dropped a can of chicken soup, which thankfully didn't burst open, but some ass went on a loud tirade how I nearly maimed his foot and how it may have broken bones. He went on for what seemed like hours, and I alternated between wanting to run out of the store in embarrassment, dumping all my stuff on his precious feet, and breaking down in a heap on the floor.
I ended up mumbling my apologies, and fleeing the moment my stuff were bagged.
Thank god it's the weekend. Now excuse me while I go wallow in my funk under the covers in my room. Then maybe something to drink later.