hazard

i don't know how i am able to do my job. i deserve a medal.

people are ruder to me than anyone else in the store...i think they have some sort of complex when they see me and either are intimidated by me or they feel that i am someone beneath them for the way that i look.....regardless, i bear the brunt of other's issues.

i am not a punching bag. i am not a door mat. i am not your footstool.

i've realized that my current occupation is what has driven me to alcoholism. it's not me...it's not my willpower. it's my damn job.

i'm off tomorrow....and this is a beautiful thing...pity i had such a wretched day....because i woke up in a wonderful mood.

tomorrow....tomorrow....oh good god, let the hours pass and let it be tomorrow already....because i surely did not like today.

on a lighter note....two weeks...and i still haven't broken my bet. that's cuz i'm the goodest girl ever.

shut up.