Crap in a sack
Today should have been a good day. I got paid, but my money was all swallowed up by bills and other necessities. Not as much on luxuries as I would have liked. I have to take over leading orientation tomorrow because one of my co-workers got pink eye, and stuck around the office ’til about 1:00 finishing stuff up even as everyone yelled at her to go home. So I’ll probably get infected with it, and have to use up a bunch of my minimal PTO time.
My cell phone is about to die. I need to go grocery shopping and do my laundry tonight. I’m wearing two-day old underwear, and it’s an icky sensation. Sugar’s nearly out of litter, and has been eyeing up our rooms as potential alternatives. We desperately need to order the maid service, but I won’t have enough dosh until my raise kicks in later this month.
I just want to crawl into bed and yell at somebody.
