so what are the odds that i'd do it two weeks in a row?
i'd like to say today was the shittiest day i ever had at the X, but i won't even bother because i know that tuesday will be exponentially worse (as that is when i will hear about everything i did wrong from my driver).
i spent a lot of time thinking about telling off my boss. and about quitting. but i guess that gave me the bubble guts. so, instead of walking out, i spent 45 minutes in the bathroom. awesome. awesome to the max.
i gave myself a black eye at work earlier this week. it's not that bad really, it's just a bruise on the cheek bone. but you can't even tell anymore because my meager diet of ramen and soup at hand has sucked the life right out of the fat pads under my eyes. so, it actually looks like i have two black eyes.
and people still hit on me. wtf?
i had to shimmy past a boy at work yesterday. "that made me want to have sex with you," he said to me. "i know i shouldn't say so at work, but i do wonder what that'd be like."
"oh, it's a trip," i divulged.
(and i wonder why they stalk me.)