a weekend of working (babies crying, throw up, mucus, stool, mucus stool (don't ask), and breastmilk) is staring me in the face...note to self, after not being able to sleep at night because you work nights, stupid...and trying to sleep during the day with my lovely neighbors playing "white-trash drag strip" up and down my street on four-wheelers (no helmet, for a reason), yeah, and sweet 80's toyota pick-ups with no hood (i suppose so the dragon can breathe?)...don't wake up with a half an hour to get ready for work, starving, and eat a bowl of corn pops and a bowl of fruit loops with two ding-dongs for dessert. yeah, you'll feel like crap.
i hate night shift. but i hate day shift more.
notes of encouragement appreciated. or send bail for when i murder someone.
1 comment:
i don't like work neither. it's time jed make some money, and i quit, and it's time you find yourself a sugar daddy. just go to http://www.sugardaddie.com/. love, julie
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