Sweet Catastrophe

I swear all my customers today are on crack…or they just got out of drug rehabilitation. They’ve never seen or purchased a gift card before. Never ever had to return an item, or even pay for something with a credit card…

They wrote my hours down wrong on the clipboard–I was SO close to getting out of there at 1! Ha! That would’ve been nice.

I smashed my finger and broke the nail down where it’s still connected to skin. It felt nice compared to the mental turmoil some of these customers have been putting me through.

And the Blazers are currently losing the national championship. Dammit boys!

I want to not go back to work. Could you go buy me some toilet paper, please?