Allow me to bitch.
My shirt was all kinds of uncomfortable today at work. It didn't feel tucked right, and it just kept feeling bigger and bigger and more and more out of place. Add to that the fact that my face is completely sunburnt from this weekend, and, thus, itchy. My nose is seeping pus (TMI, I know) from its pores because it's so badly burnt.
Today seemed to go by quickly, but I made the mistake of commenting on it and jinxing myself. So my last customer of the day walks in and I have to put a hold on her check due to the amount. This takes about fifteen minutes. I wanted to cry and throw things.
Now my attitude is just in the toilet. as is my mood, and I'm going to beat a hasty retreat from everything and everyone and ball up so I don't say or do something stupid. Maybe I'll feel better by the time Robb gets home.
Thanks for allowing me to bitch. Now I'ma go itch.