Today was a fucking nightmare. Opened the store. Ridiculously fucking swamped. On the verge of tears from how much pain I was in by theend of my shift.
I'm home now, have been off for a couple of hours. I'm super motivated to do….?something*, but I feel so sick that I just want to lay down and not move again.
And I work again tomorrow, also an 8h shift.
I don't have a day off until Wednesday.
I'd just call in tomorrow, but I need the money. Especially since I'm saving up because I have to move out soon, and apartments around here are fucking expensive. (The place my partner and I are looking at will have us paying 500+ each, splitting rent).
I hate existing.