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oh god oh god I don't want to go to work tonight. I feel like such a spectacular failure. I wish I could hide under my blankets all night and pretend that I'm sick. I should eat something, but I'm not hungry.
It's reached the point where if there's no change in a week I'm going to find a job that will give me regular hours and not make me spend hours on a bus to find out that no one's home. I won't like it as much as I could like this job, if it worked, but at least I'd be making regular income.
Fucking business attire. I don't want to change.
It's reached the point where if there's no change in a week I'm going to find a job that will give me regular hours and not make me spend hours on a bus to find out that no one's home. I won't like it as much as I could like this job, if it worked, but at least I'd be making regular income.
Fucking business attire. I don't want to change.
