Current mood:

anxious

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday. Today I find out my hours for the next week. I'm anxious to see how many days off I'll be given, and I am flat out refusing to fill in anyone else's shifts. I can't do it. I'm getting physically ill from this.

I got a sweet 8 hours last night, but I'm about to go to work for 9. Still, it could be good if today is the start of my weekend. Lord knows I have to maintain this tan.

Wow. I really cannot believe the summer is almost over. I feel like all I did was work. And sure I've got a pile of cash but was it worth it? I didn't do any painting and I really should have. I should have spent more time with people too.

But my road trip is going to be awesome and relaxing. Just me and the open road. Nobody to answer to. Hell, yeah.



9 minutes until I have to go. Focus. It's only 9 hours. 8 minutes. Just a quick nine hours. The first three or four go really quickly and its been so busy lately that it will probably be dead today, it is a Sunday, people only want donuts in the morning on Sunday. 6pm 6pm 6pm. Money. 7 minutes. This could be the start of the weekend. Nice shower after work. Food that isn't Dunkies. 6 minutes. Maybe I'll get fired today. Maybe the boss has seen me give shit away and undercharge for things. 5 minutes. It goes by fast. It goes by fast. No need to get upset, its only nine hours to freedom. Better than 12 and you do that all the time. 4 minutes. 9 hours is a piece of cake. The summer is almost over. This is your second to last Sunday. 3 minutes. Alright I have to go now.