I should totally be sleeping right now. Someone didn’t take their melatonin today. That stuff works.
While at work, I think about weird things like challenging my boyfriend to a thumb wrestling contest. He would totally win but I would lose less than I would have a month ago. If I didn’t have a strong grip before, I do now. Thanks for that buffers.
My mom told someone that I spray paint cars. It sounds illegal. Thanks for the street cred mom.
On the plus side, I’m got more money than Kanye. hahahaha. I know, probably not in reality. Kanye is more of a jerk now that he’s poor. Who knew that was even possible?
My youngest let me dress her up for a photo shoot. Someday soon she won’t let me take pictures of her. So I have to do it before she runs screaming from the room when I get the camera out.
I would like to change the sign at work to say “Zero Fcks given.” Now it says something about zero and teamwork and something else positive.
If I have flipped you off this week at around 7 a.m., I’m not sorry. Quit tailgating me jerk. I’m not a violent person but I would like to shoot your tires out. This is also why I don’t have a gun. Just looking out for your tires and personal well-being. You’re welcome.
If I flipped you off in the drop off lane at school, also not sorry. Quit parking in the driving lane . . . just quit.
How was your week? Hopefully, you’re sleeping well.
P.S. I just looked up the side effects of melatonin. Irritability. No kidding. . . . Imagine if I didn’t sleep. Oh wait. I don’t always. I’ve been up for almost 24 hours. . . .
It’s been a month since I started my job. Most days, I have no idea of what I’m doing. Most nights, someone reminds me that I’m clueless and in the same breath offers to help. It can be confusing to love and hate your co-workers.
Yet, I keep going in every night.
Sometimes, it is tempting to keep the halogen lights on for the whole shift. They make me feel warm and cozy – well, as much as headlights can make a person feel cozy.
I’m also failing lunch. It’s possible. It reminds me of high school, where I also failed lunch. We probably didn’t technically get graded on social interaction but you know everyone passes or fails. It’s a popularity contest. Maybe I should bring cookies to help me pass. Everyone loves cookies.