bastardo

So wow, what a difference 24 hours have made. My bosses sat me down and asked me what the fuck is wrong with me. The president of Dunkin Donuts apparently was afraid for his life when I drove him home this weekend. That plus a bunch of other instances made them wonder just what the fuck was going on. I nearly broke down then and there. I've been crying for no reason for a few days now, sad all the time and have been completely unable to calm down. (hence why I freak out if I'm even a little bit late.) They were totally cool about the whole thing, which I am thankful for, since I need the job. We agreed that I needed to take some time off, and the more I thought about it, the better it sounded to me. Now I've decided that I'm going to take a whole week off and do whatever I want.
So I'm at a loss as to what to do. I can't remember the last time I had a weekend off. I'm planning on going to the Friday game, but as far as Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday, I really don't have any plans. Monday is the trip to Ivana ( and hopefully booty-town.) I guess I should look for a therapist as well, because while they were cool and supportive, my bosses won't hesitate to fire me if I don't improve my job peformance. Call it tough love.

PS My Birthday is coming up. In lieu of gifts, you can send me pictures of your boobies. Cuz I like boobies.