6-5-26
Life is hard every day. Especially when you're the problem. I got all worked up about my dog being sick for the vet to reassure me that she's probably fine, which I knew, but God, it didn't save me from crying all day like this was it.
I'm goint to try to be consistent and post every day, even if it's just a short entry. So, for the rest of today:
Work was shit because I was worried about my dog the whole time, wondering if this would be our last day together. On top of that my boss decided I needed to prep as much as I do when I'm going to be off or in another section for the day, so I had to mad scramble to get off on time. It's almost nice having a boss that doesn't mind me getting off late to get everything done until
a) He's worried about labor.
or b) I need to be out at a certain time when a lot needs to be done.
I need to go get ready for my other, even more bullshit food job. God, I love being alive.