GodDAMNIT.

My cell phone took a shit today. If I make or answer a call, I can’t hear shit. Soooo... until I get my tax return or until I get paid (whichever comes soonest), no one can call me on it. If you call, I’m gonna have to let it go straight to voicemail. So leave a message, ’cause I’ll check it from another phone. And text me all you want.

Goddamnit. This really sucks ass. Fuck you, March. I hate you this year.

Work sucked until we closed. Luckily, that was an hour after I got there. Heh. These fucking asshole canasians wouldn’t leave me alone about finding the mate to a 5 1/2 blue Trey. I COULD NOT FIND IT. THEY DIDN’T GET IT. Like this bitch’s life was gonna END if she couldn’t have those shoes. They’re not even that great! In fact, they’re fucking heinous!

Of course, it popped up after they left. Fucking hell. Found it in the wrong goddamn box after I got shit cleaned up. It was gnarly, by the way. It looked like motherfucking Black Friday in there. ON EASTER. Took us four goddamn hours to recover the entire store.

And then I get to wake up bright and motherfucking early to be in there by 7am. Fabulous.