Umbrage
I was running around like a wild chicken last night doing errands after work, among them, my laundry. And when I went to go get my clothes from the dryer at the ripe old hour of 11:00, I discovered that the recovered crack addict attendant had closed up early, leaving me to wonder if my accouterments would later be sold for drugs I couldn’t have.
I woke up this morning with a pain in my right arm. It hasn’t left.
We have one staff member on vacation until next week, another one going on maternity leave, and two who have to be trained. I’m already worn to the core thinking about it.
I am, as always, poorer than I expected to be despite my attempt at budgeting.
I guess the only good news is my haircut, which came off smashingly courtesy of my new stylist, Michael. I’ve already been told I look thinner and tanner. Fuckulicious.
