My leg really effing hurts for some reason :[ Like... really, reall hurts. It feels like I'm pinching something :[ It hurts fairly bad when I'm sitting, it's like an ongoing dull but extreme pain then... but when I'm standing up it's like an ongoing piercing horribly extreme pain u_u;; And now I have to go stand for 5 hours biggrin . . . . It almost makes me want to cry.. or wince and appear incredibly unpleasant all day.
I also didn't get nearly enough sleep. Robert and I went to bed around 1:30am as it is, and I didn't fall asleep until around 3am... and then got up at 7:30. Yuck. I have a feeling today will be as follows:
Me: Your total is $xx.xx.
Costumer: *hands over wad of cash like they do because they're idiots*
Me: Your change is $x.xx.
Costumer: *grabs change*
Me: *hands them their bag* Have a nice day.
Costumer: *nods* Thank you.
Me: NOW GTFO SO I CAN STAND AROUND LIKE A PELLICAN SO I CAN AT LEAST RELIEVE SOME OF THE HORRIBLE PAIN IN MY LEFT HIP JOINT AND THIGH, b***h. e_e;;
I'm going to try to nap when I get home. Robert has work from 3-9pm (I hate how that happens. He basically has work when I don't and I have work when he doesn't. Blah.), and then we're apparently going over to Anthony and Michelle's apt. so Robert can help Anthony hook up his little music/jam area's equipment. I told him we could go, that it wouldn't be too late for me. . . but he is driving and I'll probably crash on their couch for a while. I feel like poop, today.
I also didn't get nearly enough sleep. Robert and I went to bed around 1:30am as it is, and I didn't fall asleep until around 3am... and then got up at 7:30. Yuck. I have a feeling today will be as follows:
Me: Your total is $xx.xx.
Costumer: *hands over wad of cash like they do because they're idiots*
Me: Your change is $x.xx.
Costumer: *grabs change*
Me: *hands them their bag* Have a nice day.
Costumer: *nods* Thank you.
Me: NOW GTFO SO I CAN STAND AROUND LIKE A PELLICAN SO I CAN AT LEAST RELIEVE SOME OF THE HORRIBLE PAIN IN MY LEFT HIP JOINT AND THIGH, b***h. e_e;;
I'm going to try to nap when I get home. Robert has work from 3-9pm (I hate how that happens. He basically has work when I don't and I have work when he doesn't. Blah.), and then we're apparently going over to Anthony and Michelle's apt. so Robert can help Anthony hook up his little music/jam area's equipment. I told him we could go, that it wouldn't be too late for me. . . but he is driving and I'll probably crash on their couch for a while. I feel like poop, today.
