I slept with the covers on last night, in my AC-free room. I managed to wake up and get to work on time. I spent a large part of my day in the office, reworking a schedule I’ve written three times before. The people I work with make me so sad sometimes. “the deli is starting to finally look good,” mama said, “it’s coming together.” she was leaning on the railing that overlooks the deli department.
“you should be proud. you did a good job.” I wonder if anyone has said that to her before? Why should I say it?
Travis and I put down 200 dollars so a dog would be taken from a scumbag related to my coworker. It is a long story that has no ending yet.