My four hours shift for tomorrow has now turned into a 7 hour shift. I will be spending my whole weekend in a toy store with annoying children. Wonderful.
Happy 73d Birthday, sir Ian.
I had a dream that I was pregnant… At this age it’s more like a fucking nightmare.
The other day at work I answered the phone and it was a prank. They called to complain about the backwards R in Toys R Us.
What I wanted to say: The amount of correctly written R’s in our store name is the amount of fucks I give.
But then they would have fired me..
Words can’t explain how fucking tired I am and my next day off isn’t until Tuesday. Time is going by way too slow :(
