So close to done

Wednesday, 23 January 2019 11:57 pm
apollymi: Hatter with a cuppa, text reads "Tea?" (Alice**Hatter: Tea?)
[personal profile] apollymi
I feel like I'm so close done with this damn place. I feel like if I get in trouble for one more thing that Glynda gets away with, then I'm going to scream. Hell, I spent most of the drive home today thinking about how easy it would be to just run my car into a concrete pillar. If I had a gun in my house, that would have been the end of it. I even gave some thought to the bottles of pain killers I have left mixed with my Flexeril; if it's good enough for my father to try, it's good enough for me to try. At least my uncle had a rope and a garage handy; I don't have either of those options.

If I'm getting in trouble for spending five minutes trying to coordinate a ride to a doctor's appointment via my smartwatch, then I want Glynda getting in trouble for spending hours shopping on Amazon and JCPenney and QVC and whatever else site she's in love with this week. If I'm getting in trouble for that, I want her in trouble for all the days I end up taking care of patrons entirely while she sits playing around on the computer and not even looking up unless I say her damn name.

And of course this comes two days before my phone interview... with the same director who just got news of this. Of course it does. Why not.

Seriously, fuck my life.