So tired. Had my first full 8 1/2 hour day since... god. Since they stopped doing full hours at Guess. Which I think was a little over a year ago. Crazy.
We totally busted through all the boxes that were piled up in one of the fitting rooms and then some. Something like 80-85 fucking boxes. INSANE. Still, backstock is an issue, but we're taking steps to remedy it.
I'm at Gramma's. I just stopped working on my fancy tutu 'cause I'm getting blisters and I'm really effing tired. But so far it's call gathered and whatnot. Just have to fashion a waistband. That can wait 'til tomorrow after work. Then I'll think about tackling the corset/bustier business.
So I dunno what I'm doing on Friday. If I go on as originally planned, I'm gonna drink like a fish and fuck up again. I really want to go, but I just don't know if I cannotdrink in a party atmosphere. I really don't think I can do it.
I have a problem, guys. I don't know what the fuck to do.
So. What am I even making this whole costume for? Fuck. Who knows. My feelings on the whole situation might change in the next few days. Maybe I'll be able to wrangle up some semblance of self-discipline.
I just don't want to fuck up anymore.
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