2001-12-07 + 12:59 a.m.

If you have been wondering I have been stuck in retail hell slowly climbing out of this nightmare of boxes in the backroom. Do you know how awful it is to have to use the potty and can't because there are like ten boxes in between you and the toliet.

Some fucker has been leaving her girl presents behind in the bowl when the path is clear and I for one am fed up with looking in on bloody floating objects. I have my clues on who it is. I think she may be fired some.

THANK FUCKING GOD.

I cannot take much more of her and her lipgloss. She wears this shiney sickly gloss. She's got these nasty legs that would benefit from hose and she's got this weirdo hairdo.

Have I mention lately that she's crazy.

I had a nervous breakdown in my kitchen the other night while washing the dishes. One minute I had my arms in soapy water scrubbing the yuck off and the next I was crying in the dish towl. Go figure.

I think I'm getting the promotion. I think the last crying fit I had at work helped.

Crying at work sucks. Everyone stare at you and tiptoes around. Rather then tiptoeing I rather see everyone doing something. Help the customers, do shipment do anything but ask weither or not I'm in a good mood. No I'm not in a good mood. I'm crying for fuck sake.

Jesus.

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