This is me, feeling better. You probably wouldn't have guessed that if I hadn't told you.
2001-04-04 9:27 a.m.
I'm feeling much better, thanks.Yesterday was just hell, though. I took meds before I went into work, so it could have been a lot worse, but damn. I kept sneezing and coughing, which is never pleasant, but since I work with food, I was constantly having to stop what I had been doing to go wash my hands. I felt so obsessive compulsive. It was also super busy. Well, busier than usual, anyway. And, I was sick, and not thinking as clearly as I usually do, and I was washing my hands like a woman posessed, and I was working with Nancy. Now, I love Nancy. She's about 60 years old, but completely warped. She cracks me up. The trouble is, she's slower than almost everyone else. I'm usually faster than everyone else, so most of the time, we're a good team. But last night, I could barely keep up with my own stuff, and by 6:30, I hated everyone and everything. Aw crap here's two more tables why do they always sit at the dirty tables anyway get rag and wipe get water here's another table get rag again get menus *Achoo* wash hands go to table 6 I'm going to take that fucking bell and jam it down Duli's throat I know there's food up I'll be there as soon as I can ok Aw christ not another table *Achoo* wash hands wipe table Chuckie needs his dessert now jeez how long have those people been there *Achoo* Aw crap. I didn't get done till 9:30. But, I did make enough money to buy gas, and food, and have money to do laundry today, and even give D. money for work. I'd been wondering how I was going to do all that. *** Lusy just called. Laura is sick (Hee. That's funny) and I'm working tonight. It's my day off, of course. But, since I'm feeling so much better than I did yesterday, I don't really mind. I won't have to buy groceries tonight, so anything I make is just bonus. Go, me.
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